"The Mysterious Room..." (Part 1)
The main good character would be patiently investigating the case of missing people in Latin America, in order to eventually bring these cases to highlights of the public view through headlines in American Newspapers.
Grace Vernon, a former American Journalist, freelance writer, and charming young woman, was sleeping soundly when she suddenly awoke with a loud shout. Her pretty face and body were drenched by sweat, like cold rain dripping beneath the blankets. She had been haunted by nightmares.
Another dreadful one was haunting Grace peaceful dreams... So, new born ideas had begotten...
She rose from bed at once, after saying her Christian morning prayers; she took a quick shower and had a hasty breakfast. Then, she anxiously headed for the little room upstairs in the terrace of the tower building, where hidden files and paper work -revealing corrupted business- had been loaded in shelves between the walls, and also piled up without supervision.
Many undisclosed secrets had been hidden from Grace, and there would soon be revealed what she had been looking for so long.
Grace held the key, which was placed in one of the drawers downstairs in the apartment. She rushed into the little mysterious room upstairs in the terrace, and opened the door. She had noticed another door -like a second door- connected with that little room, as if it were a tunnel or a passageway or a deadly trap to many so called unknown plights.
At first glance, Grace found Ivonne’s old pictures, assorted letters, tapes, heaps of books, files and other belongings. She began to take pictures of the room and files with her small concealed camera, which was also a computer directly connected to the ones who held power in Washington, D.C. She pressed her password number, plus her code as an Agent 911, and the enter key. All the information was already sent to Washington. Unfortunately, those guys never washed their dirty linen on public, and when the agents got on the weeds, they washed their hands ignoring all events. So, International Affairs had always worked that way. The material was written in a foreign language, yet Grace spoke many languages, then that barrier was not her problem. Anyway, there had not been much advancement in her private investigation. Relevant clues had not been found yet to make her feel proud of herself, although a little touch of luck blew up her mind, just like a blast, an outburst of new beginnings. Her heart pounded harder than usual, a blaze of anger embraced her whole being, transforming Grace into a torch of fire. However, those feelings of frustrations had not been in vain, since she would put them aside. She would send negative thoughts into oblivion. Little parts of the puzzle would be put together wisely, in order to blaze a trail to achieve solutions to the problems. Grace was the one who would orchestrate and organize her own thoughts, and deal with the ordeals.
Premises of her arguments were basically premonitions coming from her mind in the form of prophecies. To her surprise, she found a letter in one of the shelves addressed to Grace from Dr. Shadows. So, she rushed to open it and began to read the letter...
"Dear Grace,
You have been my deepest obsession from the very first time I caught a glimpse of your sweet face. I don´t want to hurt you. I would rather help you to achieve your dreams, although our lives may go on separate ways. Remember! You may not see me, but I´ll be watching you anywhere you may go. You are free to do what you want, sweet Grace. But, you´ll be surprised at what you are about to discover. I know you are a brave woman. This is the reason why I´ve left this letter with a message for you. I knew you would be up in this secret room looking for something. So, I´ll try to make things easier for you. Will you be looking for the protocols, sweetheart?
Well, go ahead to the end of this room. You´ll see a small wall, so push it inwardly really hard with all your strength. That wall will lead you to a secret passageway where the protocols are placed in shelves. You are brave, so take a deep breath, go in there and search for some clues for yourself. That wall will only open up and close at my command, and these words will vanish just in front of your eyes as soon as you finish reading them. A recording of my voice will soon begin to play. Well, good luck, sweet Grace! By the way, I´ll take care of your own things while you are away. So, you should not worry about that.
You will also find a blue box on one of the shelves inside the secret room. So, open it up, and take all the money that I have already left there for your coming expenses. Plus, I give you a good advice: Under no reasonable circumstances, let them see your real face, the real you. Do not talk to them! They will surely destroy you. They are very dangerous people.
Good Luck! You can easily realize that I love you, Grace!"
In a matter of just a few seconds, the letter written with invisible ink vanished in front of her eyes. So, her journey to the unknown had begun...
She walked towards the end of the room and faced up that archaeological wall, which would lead the path to another mysterious room, or tunnel, or secret passageway.
The wall opened up without a single touch, as if someone had been watching Grace from somewhere else. She slowly began to walk into that passageway.
Grace trembled, as she walked into the tunnel of the unknown, a strange labyrinth, or a secret passageway, or a chamber of horror. The view was creepy frightening, and the door suddenly closed on her. She was trapped...
It shall continue...
AUTHOR: STARRY, THE MYSTERY WRITER.
Thank you in advance for caring to read my stories!
The main good character would be patiently investigating the case of missing people in Latin America, in order to eventually bring these cases to highlights of the public view through headlines in American Newspapers.
Grace Vernon, a former American Journalist, freelance writer, and charming young woman, was sleeping soundly when she suddenly awoke with a loud shout. Her pretty face and body were drenched by sweat, like cold rain dripping beneath the blankets. She had been haunted by nightmares.
Another dreadful one was haunting Grace peaceful dreams... So, new born ideas had begotten...
She rose from bed at once, after saying her Christian morning prayers; she took a quick shower and had a hasty breakfast. Then, she anxiously headed for the little room upstairs in the terrace of the tower building, where hidden files and paper work -revealing corrupted business- had been loaded in shelves between the walls, and also piled up without supervision.
Many undisclosed secrets had been hidden from Grace, and there would soon be revealed what she had been looking for so long.
Grace held the key, which was placed in one of the drawers downstairs in the apartment. She rushed into the little mysterious room upstairs in the terrace, and opened the door. She had noticed another door -like a second door- connected with that little room, as if it were a tunnel or a passageway or a deadly trap to many so called unknown plights.
At first glance, Grace found Ivonne’s old pictures, assorted letters, tapes, heaps of books, files and other belongings. She began to take pictures of the room and files with her small concealed camera, which was also a computer directly connected to the ones who held power in Washington, D.C. She pressed her password number, plus her code as an Agent 911, and the enter key. All the information was already sent to Washington. Unfortunately, those guys never washed their dirty linen on public, and when the agents got on the weeds, they washed their hands ignoring all events. So, International Affairs had always worked that way. The material was written in a foreign language, yet Grace spoke many languages, then that barrier was not her problem. Anyway, there had not been much advancement in her private investigation. Relevant clues had not been found yet to make her feel proud of herself, although a little touch of luck blew up her mind, just like a blast, an outburst of new beginnings. Her heart pounded harder than usual, a blaze of anger embraced her whole being, transforming Grace into a torch of fire. However, those feelings of frustrations had not been in vain, since she would put them aside. She would send negative thoughts into oblivion. Little parts of the puzzle would be put together wisely, in order to blaze a trail to achieve solutions to the problems. Grace was the one who would orchestrate and organize her own thoughts, and deal with the ordeals.
Premises of her arguments were basically premonitions coming from her mind in the form of prophecies. To her surprise, she found a letter in one of the shelves addressed to Grace from Dr. Shadows. So, she rushed to open it and began to read the letter...
"Dear Grace,
You have been my deepest obsession from the very first time I caught a glimpse of your sweet face. I don´t want to hurt you. I would rather help you to achieve your dreams, although our lives may go on separate ways. Remember! You may not see me, but I´ll be watching you anywhere you may go. You are free to do what you want, sweet Grace. But, you´ll be surprised at what you are about to discover. I know you are a brave woman. This is the reason why I´ve left this letter with a message for you. I knew you would be up in this secret room looking for something. So, I´ll try to make things easier for you. Will you be looking for the protocols, sweetheart?
Well, go ahead to the end of this room. You´ll see a small wall, so push it inwardly really hard with all your strength. That wall will lead you to a secret passageway where the protocols are placed in shelves. You are brave, so take a deep breath, go in there and search for some clues for yourself. That wall will only open up and close at my command, and these words will vanish just in front of your eyes as soon as you finish reading them. A recording of my voice will soon begin to play. Well, good luck, sweet Grace! By the way, I´ll take care of your own things while you are away. So, you should not worry about that.
You will also find a blue box on one of the shelves inside the secret room. So, open it up, and take all the money that I have already left there for your coming expenses. Plus, I give you a good advice: Under no reasonable circumstances, let them see your real face, the real you. Do not talk to them! They will surely destroy you. They are very dangerous people.
Good Luck! You can easily realize that I love you, Grace!"
In a matter of just a few seconds, the letter written with invisible ink vanished in front of her eyes. So, her journey to the unknown had begun...
She walked towards the end of the room and faced up that archaeological wall, which would lead the path to another mysterious room, or tunnel, or secret passageway.
The wall opened up without a single touch, as if someone had been watching Grace from somewhere else. She slowly began to walk into that passageway.
Grace trembled, as she walked into the tunnel of the unknown, a strange labyrinth, or a secret passageway, or a chamber of horror. The view was creepy frightening, and the door suddenly closed on her. She was trapped...
It shall continue...
AUTHOR: STARRY, THE MYSTERY WRITER.
Thank you in advance for caring to read my stories!
