I was standing on the top of a building not knowing how to exit it because apparently, we are locked. I had to get back to the hotel to do the settlements for the guests. I have only 1 hour left and I don't know what to do. Fuck it.
"Shit, wait let me see their would be some other Way for sure. Don't worry ver-"
"There is another door, just opposite the door that has been closed." I said. He turned around and started approaching the door. He held the door handle and started pushing the door outwards. It was very old,rusted and probably Jam due to less of usage. We kept on pushing the door until it opened with a bang and the handle broke. We threw the handle and started walking towards the dark way that followed. It was stinking badly, the dusty particles flouting everywhere and the sun rays shining right through the windows and landing on my face. I switched on the flashlight of my phone and saw hundreds of books lying on a broken shelf near a box which was rusted. I went there and held the dirty books in my hand and brushed of the dirt and started viewing the book. "The land of blood" by Jefferson Kennedy. Beside me stood Mike who had started viewing some random book.
"What place is this? All the classic books are kept here." Mike said while reading the book.
"This is so awesome. I guess no one has visited this place in a long long time." I said patting off the dust on one of the books.
"But this place stinks so bad. Like some rat is dead for sure."
"Thank you for the information." I said and rolled my eyes. Mike started looking out for some other ways to exit this place. I started staring the rusted box beside the book shelf. It looks so familiar. The reddish brown rust. The smell of the ancient material. It brought so many flashbacks. I went near the box and wished to open it. I opened the box and saw more books inside them. There cover pages were not there it was just random pages of some random books. I started viewing them with some sort of curiosity. Suddenly, some pictures fell off from some of the pages. I picked up the pictures and that's when horror shuck me. Why does this unknown place have pictures of my childhood with my grandfather who is dead?