Chapter 5: ANOTHER CLUE
Avery, Ethan, and the old man, who they now knew as Alex, stood before the door leading to the room he had mentioned earlier. Cautiously, they followed him down a narrow staircase that led to the basement. Each step produced a creaking sound, as if the stairs could barely support their weight. When they reached the bottom, the atmosphere was much darker and more oppressive. The air was cold and damp, with a strong musty smell filling their noses.
Alex lit an old lantern hanging on the wall, then pointed to a large iron door at the end of the hallway, tightly sealed. "Behind that door, you'll find what you're looking for. But remember, whatever you discover, don't let your curiosity blind you. Some things are meant to remain hidden."
Avery and Ethan nodded, then stepped toward the iron door with the lantern Alex had handed them. With some effort, they managed to pry open the rusted door, entering an even darker room. The walls were lined with wooden shelves filled with boxes of files, thick books, and rolls of paper that looked ancient.
In one corner of the room, they found a table with a notebook that appeared extremely old and on the verge of crumbling. Avery carefully opened the book, its pages filled with neat yet hurried handwriting, as if the author had written in a state of panic or fear.
The name on the journal's cover revealed it belonged to Dr. Gregory Harlow, the scientist they had heard of earlier. In his journal, Dr. Harlow wrote about various experiments conducted as part of Project Raven, and how they began to realize that they had opened a door to something far greater—and far darker—than they had ever imagined.
They read quickly, uncovering horrifying details about attempts to manipulate other dimensions for military purposes, and how the experiments had ended in catastrophe. The final pages were scrawled in a chaotic handwriting that seemed to reflect Dr. Harlow's deteriorating mental state. He wrote about shadows that haunted him, strange whispers, and his growing belief that they had all been cursed by an entity from another dimension.
The journal ended with one chilling sentence: "We have opened a door that we can never close."
Avery closed the journal with trembling hands. "This is worse than we thought. They really did open something that should have stayed shut."
Ethan nodded, his face pale. "And now, we have to figure out how to close that door. Before it's too late."
With tension and fear gripping them, they left the library's basement, taking Dr. Harlow's journal with them. Outside, night had begun to descend over Ravenshore, bringing with it a darkness far more ominous than a typical night.
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The sky over Ravenshore had turned a deep navy blue as Avery and Ethan left the old library. They walked in silence, both lost in their thoughts about what they had just uncovered. It felt as though every answer they found only led to more questions. The old papers and articles they had discovered weighed on their steps, making each passing second feel heavier.
"Do you think any of this makes sense?" Ethan finally broke the silence, his voice laced with doubt. "The Raven Project? The government involved in strange experiments? It feels like science fiction, not reality."
Avery paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on the cracked pavement. "Whether it makes sense or not, we have to keep searching. Something happened here years ago, and it's still haunting this place. We can't stop now."
Before Ethan could respond, a man emerged from the shadows of a nearby building. His steps were calm, but something about him sent a chill through Avery. He seemed to blend into the night itself, dressed entirely in black, with a hat that obscured part of his face. The streetlight barely illuminated him, but his eyes gleamed sharply, filled with secrets.
"You're looking for the truth, aren't you?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet clear enough to stop both Avery and Ethan in their tracks.
Ethan stepped forward, his body tense. "Who are you?"
The man ignored Ethan's question and instead fixed his gaze on Avery, as if he could peer straight into her mind. "The annual tragedy... nothing here is a coincidence. All of this was set in motion long ago."
Avery's heart pounded in her chest. "What do you mean? Do you know what's happening?"
The man gave a faint, unsettling smile. "I know more than you'd want to know. But the answers you're seeking won't be found in books or documents. You'll have to search elsewhere."
"Wait!" Ethan tried to stop him, but the man raised his hand, silencing him.
"There's an old building at the edge of town, near the border of the forest. You'll find clues there. But be careful—not every secret wants to be uncovered."
Before Avery or Ethan could ask anything further, the man stepped back and disappeared into the shadows. Ethan rushed to chase after him, but when he reached the corner of the street, the man was gone. It was as if he had vanished into the night itself.
"He's... gone?" Ethan sounded disbelieving. "Who was he? Some kind of ghost?"
Avery felt a cold shiver run down her spine, but she forced herself to stay composed. "I don't know, but we have to follow his lead. It might be our only chance."
That night, they returned to the inn with their minds racing. Avery stared out the window of her room, looking at the shadows of the old buildings below in the moonlight. A sense of unease filled her chest, but she knew that tomorrow they would have to visit the old building the man had mentioned.
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The next morning, the town seemed quieter than usual. Ravenshore felt as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Avery and Ethan stepped out with renewed determination, though the shadows from the previous night still loomed in their minds.
Their first stop was the police station. The building looked grim under the cloudy sky, mirroring their mood. Police Chief Derek Langston, a middle-aged man with graying hair at his temples, greeted them with a curt nod.
"How's your investigation going?" he asked in a flat tone, though his eyes showed a flicker of interest.
Avery got straight to the point. "We found some information at the library, but much of it is still unclear. Do you know anything about the 'Raven Project'?"
Derek paused for a moment, his face tightening. "The Raven Project… that was a long time ago. A failed government experiment, if you believe the rumors. But no one knows for sure what happened. All the records disappeared—or maybe they were hidden."
Ethan exchanged a glance with Avery, sensing Derek was holding something back. "There's one more thing," Ethan said cautiously. "Last night, we met someone who told us to search an old building at the edge of town. Do you know the place?"
Derek let out a long sigh, as if the weight on his shoulders had just gotten heavier. "That building… it used to be the heart of all activity in Ravenshore. But it's been abandoned for years. There are many stories about that place, but one thing's for sure—nobody likes going there."
"Is it because there's something there that no one wants to be found?" Avery pressed.
Derek looked at them with an unreadable expression before finally saying, "You can go and see for yourselves, but be careful. Ravenshore has more secrets than you can imagine."
After leaving the police station, Avery and Ethan walked in silence, both lost in thought. They felt as though they were getting closer to something big, yet further from any clear answers.
"I think we have to go to that building," Avery finally spoke, breaking the silence. "We've come too far to turn back now."
Ethan nodded in agreement, though there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "I agree, but we need to be ready for whatever we find there."
Avery nodded. But before they could continue, Avery suddenly remembered something. "Wait, Ethan. There's one more report from the previous detective that we haven't read yet. Maybe it holds a clue that could help us."
They quickly returned to the inn and opened the remaining report. The paper was old, yellowed, and parts of the ink had begun to fade. But in the middle of the report, one sentence made Avery pause.
"The detective mentioned something about that old building," Ethan said, pointing to a part of the report. "He called it 'the last place you want to go.'"
Avery stared at the words. "It must be the same place that man mentioned last night. We have to go."
Although they knew where to go, the thought of what they might find weighed heavily on both of them. They knew the next step could bring them closer to the truth—or lead them into dangers they hadn't yet imagined.
When they finally arrived at the old building, the atmosphere around it was oppressive. The structure was tall and still looked sturdy despite its abandonment, with shattered windows and a large wooden door that creaked as they pushed it open. Inside, darkness greeted them, as though time had stopped in that place.
Avery switched on her flashlight and swept its beam around the room. Shadows of the past seemed to lurk in every corner, while the musty smell of damp and dust filled the air. The only sound was their footsteps echoing on the cold floor.
They began exploring the building, searching for any clues that might have been left behind. Every room they entered was filled with remnants of the past: abandoned desks, scattered files, and walls marked with signs of decay.
"There doesn't seem to be anything here," Ethan whispered, though his voice sounded louder in the silence.
But just as they were about to give up, Avery noticed something odd on the floor—a trapdoor, partially hidden beneath a pile of paper debris. She pointed it out to Ethan, who quickly helped her clear the rubble.
The door was heavy and creaked loudly as they pulled it open, revealing a staircase leading down into darkness. Their flashlight beams barely pierced the gloom, but they knew they had no choice but to descend.
"Are you ready?" Avery asked, trying to hide her fear.
Ethan swallowed hard and nodded. "Let's do this."
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