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Amy and Nick returned home, and the two of them were discussing the unsettling little door in the room.
Amy sat on the edge of the bed, hands tightly clasped, while Nick paced back and forth, looking quite uneasy.
"Amy, I really don't think we should go back to that puppet world again, it's too scary," Nick finally stopped in his tracks, his tone filled with caution.
"I know, Nick, but Jis—" Amy's gaze softened, but then returned to being calm, "I know there's something wrong with that world, but I feel like Jis is different. It's like he needs help."
Nick looked at his sister's face and sighed, "Well, if that's what you want. If we ever have to go through the small door, we'll have to be extra careful and bring some self-defense items."
Amy nodded, "I agree, we can't take it lightly."
At that moment, a knocking sound came from the window, breaking the tranquility of the room. Nick tensed up and walked to the window, gently pulling back the curtain.
Standing outside the window is their new neighbor, retired Broadway actor Alan, holding an exquisite wooden box and wearing a smile on his face.
"Good evening, kids. I'm your neighbor Alan. I noticed the lights were still on tonight, so I wanted to come over and give you a little gift."
Nick and Amy exchanged a puzzled look, but ultimately decided to open the window and accept, "Thank you, Mr. Alan, but it's so late, aren't you resting?"
"Oh, I was a bit busy during the day, and I happened to see your lights still on, so I came over. There's a very special puppet in this wooden box that I think you will like," Alan smiled and handed over the wooden box.
Nick took the wooden box and politely thanked the sender before closing the window. The siblings opened the box and found an exquisitely carved puppet. However, this puppet made Nick feel somewhat uneasy.
"Why did he suddenly send this over so late?" Amy asked, furrowing her brow.
Nick picked up the puppet and carefully observed its facial details, then said, "I'm not sure, but this puppet looks a bit like Jis, doesn't it?"
Amy's gaze fixed on the puppet, its blue eyes seemed to possess an indescribable charm, as if they could see into one's soul. She responded, "It does look a bit like him, but I find it very cute. Let's keep it."
Nick felt increasing doubt, but eventually agreed, "Okay, if you like it, keep it. But I think we should carefully investigate the origin of this puppet tomorrow. I have a feeling that something is not quite right about it."
Amy nodded, despite feeling an inexplicable fondness for the puppet, she also agreed that caution was necessary. Nick placed the wooden box and the puppet into the cupboard and closed the door.
At the same time, Jack's brow furrowed even more tightly as he stood in the living room, surrounded by smoke rings from his pipe.
He didn't want to disbelieve his children, but when he and Laura went to see the small door for themselves, behind it, there was only a tree trunk.
"Laura, do you think this is just the children's overactive imagination, or is there really something wrong with this house?"
Laura held herself tightly. "I don't know, Jack, but I feel a kind of unease emanating from this house, that door, and that tree that I can't explain."
"Unease? Is it because of the retired neighbors or something else?" Jack set down his pipe and looked intently at Laura's face.
"Not just neighbors, Jack. Our children, their expressions, that deep fear, I've never seen it on their faces before. It's not just a matter of imagination." Laura's voice was full of concern.
Jack was silent for a while, and finally said, "Alright, I'll have a professional come to look at the house tomorrow, especially the issue with that tree and the small door. Whether it's the children's imagination or not, we can't take it lightly."
Jack led the clergy, a group of people wearing church robes and holding sacred objects, walking over every creak on the wooden floor.
They arrived at the cleverly hidden small door in the wall. The corner of the house seemed tainted by the presence of this door, casting a gloomy shadow that could not be ignored.
The clergy members all looked serious as if they were carved from stone. A pastor with a gray beard and deep, dark eyes furrowed his brow tightly.
"This door definitely has a problem," he said, gripping the Bible in his hand, a hint of pain barely visible at the corner of his mouth.
"Indeed, we need to perform a ceremony to purify this space," suggested a person in a brown monk's robe, with a serious look in their eyes as if they had finally found a trace of the enemy.
"Please proceed," Jack said humbly, as if already feeling the heavy pressure that the upcoming religious ceremony would bring.
The monk nodded and took out a small wooden cross from the bag, while the priest displayed the Bible and a candlestick.
Another nun began to burn some dried holy herbs, and the smoke filled the space. Another priest, holding a silver scepter, began to chant Latin scriptures loudly.
"Lord, hear my prayer," the priest shouted excitedly.
The whole room was filled with a solemn and sacred atmosphere. It felt like something was trembling beneath the wooden floor, causing the entire space to vibrate.
Finally, after about an hour, all the clergy stopped their actions. The strange door on the wall seemed to have quieted down as if it had been purified.
The monk took a deep breath, visibly relieved, but a complex expression appeared on his face. "This should have a short-term effect. But we cannot guarantee that this door or this tree will not become dangerous again."
Jack felt a chill run down his spine, but still nodded, "I understand, thank you. I will tell my family to stay away from this place."
The pastor closed the Bible, his expression still solemn, "That is indeed a wise choice. But I suggest removing this gate to let this land return to peace."
Jack swallowed and said, "Remove this door?"
"Yes, that's the only way to fundamentally solve the problem. Otherwise, who knows when it might open again, bringing unpredictable disasters," the nun added, her words filled with unquestionable seriousness.
Jack looked at everyone's serious faces and finally nodded in agreement.
The clergy said their goodbyes one by one and returned to their own residences. Jack remained standing in the living room, pondering everything.
"Will everything be solved if we remove that door?" Laura said slowly, her eyes filled with doubt.
"I don't know, but it may be our only choice," Jack said with a tone of resignation.
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