Grover’s POVThe wall clock kept ticking slowly.Tick.Tick.Tick.I sat on the living room sofa, staring at the front door, which was still firmly shut. The lights in the house felt too dim tonight, making the shadows in the corners of the room look darker than usual.It had been nearly an hour. The house was tidy again, but Uncle Sargon still hadn’t returned.My hands are clenched on my knees. I try to focus on reading the book on the table, but my thoughts keep drifting back to the forest, towards the darkness where my uncle disappeared alone.The night breeze blows gently through the gap in the living room window. The thin curtains move slowly, creating a faint rustling sound that only makes the atmosphere in the house feel even more unsettling. I glance at the back door.Darkness.Only the shadows of tall trees from the direction of the forest. For some reason, the forest felt different tonight, as if it were alive.Creak.I turned immediately when I heard a sound from outside. T
Last Updated : 2026-05-31 Read more