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2026-08-27 12:23:38Sejal's POV:
I grabbed my jacket and ran towards my department, went straight to the locker room, opened my locker, carefully picked up the wooden box, and put it in my bag. The rest of the day went as usual. I had 4 classes, then went straight to the coffee shop where I work as a waitress. My scholarship covers my education, but for all other expenses, I have to work here. I did my chores, attended customers, and at sharp 5 PM, he came, same serious, expressionless face. He is the kind of person that has an aura which screams business. I went to him. He ordered his usual. I waited in order till his client walked in. They talked, and then he waved towards me to ask for napkins. That's my sign. I took out the box, hid it under my jacket, and passed it along with the napkins. Both of them talked for some time, paid their bill, and left. Just then, a notification popped up on my phone: "50 dollars added to your account." As a scholarship student, it's more than what I could make living in this city. It all started 2 months ago when I got into university in NYC, got a scholarship, and thankfully left my home, where I was treated as a disease because a guy texted me accidentally once. The moment my parents got to know about my scholarship, they were furious, threatened me that they'd disown me if I left my house because apparently it would bring disgrace to them if their daughter lived alone in a different country. I knew what had to be done, so I chose my career. When I came here, I had some savings, which helped me rent a small apartment. One night, I was coming back from the cafe after doing overtime, hoping to make some money to buy groceries because I couldn't eat any more noodles to survive, when I noticed that same man who comes regularly to the cafe walking towards his car, and someone was constantly following him. I don't know what happened to me, but something inside me told me to warn him, and so I did. I walked towards him casually, pretending to ask for an address, warned him, and left. I did wonder whether he took my warning seriously, but I did my part. The next day, he was in the cafe before me. When I went to take his order, he offered me a deal, just to pick up and deliver a wooden box, no questions. I agreed because honestly, for 50 dollars per delivery, I could easily get a better apartment and might get a bicycle too. And after couple of weeks I did move in to a much better place in a very less shady area . Life here is busy , no one has time for anyone not that I like to participate in any social activities but still I wish for a much quieter life maybe in a village near Edinburgh..my favourite city something about that mysterious city attracts me so much so that I all I want is to go there , at least once .
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The mafia don's eyebrow lifts.He looks genuinely amused.“You're dismissing me?”I point toward the door.“Yes. If you're not the mysterious third tenant, you're officially dismissed. Go.”He gives a tiny nod.“Understood.”He leaves without arguing.The two ghosts remain.I look at them.“And you two stay here. I may need witnesses.”They nod immediately.I turn toward the corridor leading to the sealed west wing.The atmosphere changes almost instantly.No dramatic music. No footsteps.Just that same strange pressure I felt in the tunnel—as if the castle itself is quietly telling me:Don't.I walk anyway.At the end of the corridor is an old wooden door.No lock.No handle.Just a brass plate engraved with a single word:WELCOMEI stare at it.“That's creepy.”The older ghost whispers behind you:“It wasn't there yesterday.”I turn around.Both ghosts look genuinely frightened.I look back at the door.Then slowly reach for it.Before I touch it—Knock. Knock. Knock.From the other
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