She flipped through the pages again. A new sentence had appeared, the ink still drying:
You have seen the beginning. Now, will you see the end?
Her breath hitched. The book was communicating with her. But was it guiding her - or warning her?
Suddenly, the light above flickered. The temperature in the room dropped. The pages of the book rustled, turning on their own. Anna backed away, but her gaze was drawn to a new passage forming before her very eyes:
You are not alone.
A shadow moved in the corner of the room.
Anna turned, heart pounding, but there was nothing there - only the growing certainty that the book was no longer just a story. It was a doorway.
And something was waiting on the other side.