I'm Shalie, a girl who is eighteen years old. And my parents are always busy with their work. My mother is a teacher, my father is a businessman. I like travelling and reading books under a tree which is larger than an airplane. Sometimes my friends say that it is a mysterious tree. So I'm the reader under the mysterious tree. Every evening I walk there with an interesting book. While I read the book I tell the story also to the tree. So the tree becomes one of my friends. I teach what I learn from school to that tree. When I feel sad the tree is the only medicine to cure me. So I love that tree so much as I walk towards the tree it welcomes me by shaking its hands. I love the feeling which comes to my heart when I'm sitting under the tree. I'm not crazy by the way!
I go to school daily in the weekends I make different kinds of food and share them with my family and I take my piece and walk towards the tree and eat it while talking with the tree. If my parents got to know this they will surely think that I'm in need of a psychiatrist. So I never talk with them about this.
My life is a bit careless as I never think about my future. My life is only about going to school and reading books under the tree. I don't want to think about my future as I want a free life. But I never want to be a burden to my family as well. Though I am a bookish for everyone, I am a music lover too.
It was the turning point in my life. I never imagined such an incident will happen to me. The careless life I spent totally changed after that. Let me take you two months back.
It was an afternoon of a Saturday. I wanted to read a horror story. So I went to the library with my mother. We walked there instead of driving. My mother liked to walk and I did not. However we went there and my mother waited until I chose books. She was reading a magazine. And I went to find a book. One of the book racks I saw a book which seemed interesting and I felt curious. The book was a large one which had a brown cover and the letters were different than the other books. They were embossed and looked like serpents. I knew something was wrong with that book. I didn't want to get into a trouble, so I walked away and suddenly the book fell down onto the floor. I looked back and I felt afraid. It seemed like I was already in a trouble and my curious inner mind asked me to lend that book. However can a ghost haunt a book? What a joke! I didn't believe that the book is haunted. I wanted to read it so I took the book and walked towards the librarian. She smiled with me as I'm a daily visitor of the library she knew me. We share each other's personal books. She has got a great collection and I like her so much because she is a source of intelligence and a great advisor too.
I kept the book on her table and asked her to lend it to me she smiled at me and took the book. She wrote something on a paper and gave me both the book and paper asking me to read it after I went home. I replied her saying ok and I returned home with a curious feeling about that paper and also her expressions when I showed the book to her. Though I wanted to read the paper I waited until I reached home.
As soon as I walked into my room I took the paper and started reading it.
"Shalie, the book has chosen you be careful don't get stuck in the book try to stay away. This book opens the doors for the death island. You must take care of yourself. I will pray for you! The only way to be safe is to end a journey and find someone to help you and don't be afraid"