Red Hijab

The handwriting of the letter was strange and familiar, as if it came from someone who had disappeared long ago. The ring was engraved with strange symbols, as if hinting at an unknown secret. At midnight, the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, as if something was quietly approaching in the darkness. The ticking of the clock echoed in the empty room, and every second was like a countdown warning. Every page of that ancient diary is filled with undecipherable symbols, as if waiting for someone to decipher it. There was a deep breathing sound on the other end of the phone, as if someone was watching everything from the dark. The basement door suddenly opened on its own, and there was a slight sound of footsteps in the darkness, as if someone was approaching. In the dead of night, the wind outside the window seems to be whispering, and every sound is like a hidden secret quietly emerging. The blurred face in the yellowed photo seemed to be telling a long-lasting past event.