I couldn't sleep in my room after my team left following the strange experience we had. So, I decided to read my father's diaries, which I found beside my bed.
These diaries always fascinated me. They held stories about my father's adventures, his encounters with strange things, and the secrets he discovered. I picked up one of the diaries and started reading, but his handwriting was hard to make out.
It was frustrating to flip through the pages, trying to read the faded ink and his fancy handwriting. It felt like the words were hiding, much like the recent events.
But then, something surprising happened. I turned to a page that was unusually clear and easy to read, as if it was meant for me to find.
In this diary entry, my father talked about a recurring dream he had. He often found h
