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Nick tossed and turned in his room, unable to fall asleep. He had a bad feeling in his heart. Finally, he heard a sound coming from Amy's room.
"What's that sound?" Nick wondered.
He left his bed and walked quietly to Amy's door, pressing his ear against the crack. He could hear Amy talking to someone. After hesitating for a moment, he finally opened the door.
"Amy, what are you doing?" Nick stared at his sister, feeling uneasy at the sight before him.
Surprised, Amy turned around to find her brother standing at the door, his expression serious. She noticed Nick's gaze on the puppet in her hand.
"Oh, Nick, you scared me. I was just chatting with this little guy."
Nick instantly felt a sense of alarm and walked to Amy's bedside, saying seriously, "Amy, this is not right. You need to put away this puppet and stop playing with it."
Amy showed a puzzled expression, but when she saw Nick's serious look, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"Why? What's wrong with this puppet?"
Nick picked up the puppet, examined it carefully, and then said firmly, "I don't know, but my intuition tells me that this is too similar to Jis. We can't take any risks in this strange place."
Amy looked at Nick, feeling a sense of indescribable worry. She eventually nodded and handed the puppet to her brother.
"Okay, if you say so, then I believe you."
Nick smiled slightly and placed the puppet in the bottom drawer of the bedside table, then gently closed it.
"Thank you, sister, for listening to me. Now, we all need to rest well. Who knows what will happen tomorrow."
Amy still felt a little uneasy, but seeing her brother's sincere expression, she felt that perhaps she really should be careful.
Nick left the room, closed the door, and walked back to his own room. He sat on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and silently vowed to protect Amy, no matter what danger lay ahead.
But he didn't notice that at the moment he had just placed puppet in the drawer, those small bright blue eyes flashed slightly, as if hiding an unknown secret.
The next day, a sudden storm engulfed the town. Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and rain poured down.
Amy and Nick felt somewhat uneasy as they heard the sound of rain on the windows in the living room.
"With this heavy rain, do you think that old tree might have some issues?" Nick asked.
"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this," Amy replied.
Just then, a bolt of lightning illuminated the entire house, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.
Amy suddenly felt a chill and quickly picked up her phone to see if Jis had sent any messages. Nothing. She started to worry.
"Nick, I'm going to go check on that old tree," Amy said.
"Sister, are you crazy? It's raining so heavily," Nick retorted.
"I have to go, I feel like Jis might be in danger," Amy said firmly.
Amy puts on a raincoat and rain boots, opens the door, and goes out.
The storm blurs her vision, but she still bravely moves forward and arrives at the side of that eerie old tree to observe.
After making sure the old tree was unharmed, Amy returned indoors, took off her raincoat and rain boots, and walked to the far left side of the house.
An astonishing scene unfolded.
Outside the window, illuminated by the lightning, the small door connected to the old tree was unexpectedly half open, as if welcoming her in.
Heart racing, Amy took a deep breath and walked inside.
At the same time, Jack took a deep breath, suppressed the unease in his heart, and continued to click the mouse, searching.
His attention was suddenly drawn to an old news report mentioning a woman named Margaret. The most well-known fact about Margaret is that she is a puppeteer, and it turns out that she was the original owner of this house.
Jack's hand trembled slightly, and he increasingly felt that things were not simple.
He wrote Margaret's name and other information on a piece of paper, and decided to talk to Alan to see if he knew more.
When Jack came to Alan's house again, Alan looked a bit tired but still warmly welcomed him.
"You look like you've found something important," Alan's deep gaze revealed a hint of curiosity.
"Margaret, have you heard of this name?" Jack asked directly.
Alan's expression became serious. "Oh, Margaret, that talented woman. Her puppet works were once the legend of this town. But she mysteriously disappeared, and it was from that time on that these strange occurrences began to happen one after another."
"Disappeared?" Jack asked.
"Yes, just like those missing people, vanished without a trace. Many believe she entered her own created puppet world, but it's all speculation, no one knows the truth," Alan said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
Jack suddenly thought of his children and that eerie door, a wave of fear washed over him.
"Alan, can you stop all of this?"
"If I had it, I would have done it long ago. But I guess the only thing that can solve all this is to find Margaret, or at least something she left behind," Alan said anxiously.
Jack nodded, thanked Alan, and then hurried back home.
He knew that what he needed to do next might be far more difficult and dangerous than he had imagined.
He returned to the study once again, turned on the computer, and tried to find more information about Margaret.
He even found an interview with Margaret, in which she mentioned that her puppet creations are influenced by an ancient handicraft that requires a certain "vitality" to create.
"'Vitality'? What does that mean?" Jack muttered to himself in front of the screen.
At that moment, his phone rang, it was a call from his wife, Laura.
"Jack, where are you? The kids are missing, and I'm really worried!"
Jack's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt like everything was already too late.
Jack immediately put down his phone, pushed open the study door, and ran down the stairs as if flying.
"Laura! Do you remember where Amy and Nick were last seen together?"
Laura looks very anxious as she walks quickly towards Jack, "I don't know, I just went to the kitchen to get something, and when I came back, they were gone!"
Jack clenches his fists, a few beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Okay, I'll go check the backyard, you go ask the neighbors if they've seen the kids."
Laura nodded quickly, grabbed her coat and keys, and rushed out the door.
Jack rushed to the backyard, where all he could see was pitch darkness, with the only light coming from the faint glow of the house's windows.
He walked under the trees, calling out the names of the children incessantly from his mouth.
Apart from the echo and the distant silence of the night, there was nothing.
At the same time, Laura arrived at her neighbor Alan's house. She rang the doorbell, and soon the door opened.
"Laura, what's wrong? You look very nervous," Alan asked in his experienced actor's voice.
"Alan, have you seen our children, Amy and Nick?" Laura asked anxiously.
"No, I've been at home all day and haven't seen them."
Laura's heart sank again, and she hurried to Francis and Michelle's home, only to receive the same answer.
Back at home, the two looked at each other, knowing that there was only one place left to search - that mysterious little door.
"Should we...?" Laura's voice was trembling.
"We have to go," Jack interrupted her.
Jack and Laura walked together to the wall near the big tree, and the small door was still there.
Jack slowly pushed it open and discovered a whole new world inside. Puppet Mother greeted them with a smile, seemingly oblivious to any problems.
Her smile is warm and professional, like an experienced drama queen. "Oh, you're here, Amy and Nick are having a great time playing with Jis!" Hearing this, Jack and Laura felt like they had been injected with a shot of adrenaline.
This is a bright light in their anxious hearts. Amy and Nick are fine, and this confirmation instantly relieved them.
They hurriedly followed Puppet Mother to a small house. This small house had a different architectural style from the other Puppet family residences, with a roof made of exquisite painted tiles and warm-colored lighting illuminating the walls.
Pushing the door open, Jack and Laura saw Amy and Nick sitting there, chatting and laughing with Jis. Jis was wearing a blue embroidered dress that looked exceptionally dazzling under the light.
"Amy, Nick!" Jack and Laura almost simultaneously called out.
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