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Finally returned to that eerie yet oddly comforting new home.
The plaster walls of the house present a bright beige color, suggesting a mundane but comfortable living environment. However, this sense of normalcy is disrupted by the withering yet inexplicably vibrant tree outside the window.
At this moment, there was no longer the rumble of thunder in the night sky, nor the pouring rain. Everything became bright and quiet. The streetlights flickered weakly in front of this remote new home, almost making it feel like they were being welcomed.
Amy and Nick returned home, their faces still showing traces of fear. The living room carpet was a deep green, and matching green cushions were neatly arranged on the snow-white sofa.
A crystal chandelier shimmered above their heads like an eternal guardian. Jack and Laura were already waiting for them in the living room, a heavy atmosphere enveloping the entire room.
"Sit down," Jack's stern tone left Amy and Nick unable to resist. Their mother Laura looked concerned but remained silent.
Jack furrowed his brow and asked, "Where have you been? You came back so late, didn't answer the phone. Do you know how worried we were?"
Nick lowered his head, his lips trembling slightly, but he didn't speak.
Amy glanced at her younger brother, then at her parents, and finally mustered the strength to speak: "I'm sorry, Dad, Mom. We went to play somewhere else without telling you. It's our fault."
Jack's brow furrowed even more, but then he suddenly fell silent.
Laura walked slowly over and embraced Amy and Nick, her voice filled with undisguised concern: "Children, home is your safe haven, you must never do this again in the future."
Amy and Nick exchanged a smile, but they found this question difficult to answer. Deep down, Amy knew very well that the presence of Jis in that world filled her with indescribable curiosity and attraction.
Retired Broadway actor Alan and retired band lead singer Michelle also walked in at this time, their faces showing fatigue and concern.
"Kids, as long as you're okay. But you must understand, some things may not be as simple as you imagine," Alan said in a deep voice.
"Yes, every choice has its consequences," Francis added.
Michelle tilted her head and smiled contentedly, "There are many unexplainable things in this world. What's important is whether you are willing to face your choices and take responsibility for them."
Amy nodded, secretly resolving to be more cautious with every choice she made, especially those related to the mysterious world.
At night, Amy lay in bed, but her mind was wide awake. She kept thinking about the dreamlike Broadway performance she had just seen, with Jis's words and smile echoing in her mind. That puppet boy seemed like a puzzle, both fascinating and frightening her.
Amy tossed and turned, finally deciding to open the drawer of the bedside table and take out the diary that had been flipped through many times, along with a pen.
"Who is Jis? Why did he appear in that puppet world? Why do I have such emotional fluctuations for a puppet?" Amy wrote down these questions one by one, but the pen paused on the paper for a while, as if searching for answers.
"Is all of this real? Or is it just a dream?" Amy kept asking herself.
At this moment, Nick pushed open her door and walked in.
"Can't you sleep either?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, I've been thinking that maybe we've been caught up in something, something we don't fully understand," Amy expressed her doubts.
Nick fell silent for a moment and then said, "I feel the same way. That 'Puppet dad' Jack, it's like there's something hidden in his eyes. Do you feel that too?"
"Not just him, that retired Broadway actor Alan, he suddenly became young and performed so well, it's all too unbelievable," Amy frowned.
Nick suddenly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the strange big tree outside, took a deep breath, and said, "We need to find out the truth of all this. I have a feeling that if we don't, more strange things will happen."
Amy nodded and said, "Tomorrow, let's visit the new neighbor again and see if we can find some clues."
Nick smiled slightly and said, "Okay, let's go together."
The two of them lay down silently, tension and unease feeling like a heavy shackle, tightly binding them to the bed.
Late at night, Amy dreamed that she was standing in an endless darkness, surrounded by blurry faces. Each face was smiling at her, yet at the same time emitting a strange low hum, sending shivers down her spine.
Nick dreamed that he was trapped in a huge maze, with winding corridors and dead ends in every direction. He tried to find the way out, but no matter where he went, he always ended up back at the starting point.
Finally, it's dawn. The first rays of sunlight from the sun pierced through the curtains and fell on Amy and Nick's faces. They slowly woke up, feeling as unsettled as if they had just experienced a nightmare.
"That dream... it was so bizarre," Amy rubbed her eyes and sighed.
"I feel the same way, like being trapped in an endless cycle," Nick also seemed uneasy.
"Well then, let's go visit the new neighbors," Amy stood up and straightened her appearance.
"Are you ready?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, let's go," Amy said.
Two people walked out of the house, crossed the courtyard, and made their way to the home of retired band lead singer, Michelle.
As they walked out of the courtyard of the new house, Amy and Nick felt a bit nervous. Even though it was daytime, the street felt like a closed theater, with each house having its own unique atmosphere and decor. Michelle's house was no exception.
Far away, they could see a variety of musical instruments and music symbols hanging in the front yard of Michelle's house - guitars, drums, pianos, and even a small stage.
This house was different from their own new home, but it also exuded a heavy sense of history. The exterior walls had worn down considerably, as if telling the story of the fervor and recklessness of that rock and roll era.
However, unlike the environments they had walked through before, this time the atmosphere was somewhat unusual. Amy could feel an inexplicable pressure, as if something was observing them.
"Amy, how do you feel?" Nick asked in a low voice, his expression turning serious.
"Kind of strange, isn't it?" Amy responded, "I feel like someone is watching us."
"Me too. Are you sure you want to ring the doorbell?" Nick asked nervously.
"If we don't knock, how will we know the next turn?" Amy responded confidently and pressed the doorbell.
Before long, the door opened. A tall, disheveled old man appeared at the door, wearing a pair of retro round glasses. With a face full of wrinkles, the old man stood at the door in a vintage rock T-shirt and worn-out jeans.
"Ah, new neighbor! Welcome, welcome! I'm Michelle," the old man said in an almost playful tone.
"Hello, Mr. Michelle, I'm Amy, and this is my brother Nick," Amy tried to remain polite, although she felt somewhat uneasy.
"I'm very happy to meet you. Come on in, I'm about to play a song that you'll like," Michelle said with a smile, and then led them into the house.
The interior of the house was filled with a retro rock atmosphere, with rock stars on old newspapers, colorful lights, and an old-fashioned record player, everything seemed to transport people back to the heyday of rock and roll.
"Please have a seat. Coffee or tea?"
"Coffee, thank you," Amy replied.
"I am too, thank you," Nick added.
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