Yash Thakur

Thriller Others Children

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Yash Thakur

Thriller Others Children

Cure of Cities--- Ch-11

Cure of Cities--- Ch-11

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Jason’s last problem also got solved. His friends arrived in the morning. He took them to his bedroom where he showed them the riddle letters while they ate pancakes. They ate silently while eating pancakes.

“So…you think these letters tell future?” Jason said broking in the silence.

“Yes. But not directly. In riddles.” Jason admitted.

“Who sends these?” Julius asked chewing her last piece of pancake.

“Madrin or Dr. Do.” Jason said.

Julius picked up a letter which wasn’t opened till now. She began reading it aloud.

                                         “FIND-MADRIN-ADDRESS

                                               ATTIC-LOCK-

                                       ANTIMONY TRISULPHIDE-BURN

                                                                  -DR. DO”

“What does that mean Jason?” she asked.

“I…I don’t understand.” He answered.

Complete silence. They gazed upon the floor for a couple of time.

“I got it!” exclaimed Jason.

He took them to attic where the strange box was.

“I think this is the thing the letter was talking about.” Jason said.

“Now we need is Antimony Trisulphide.” Malrus said.

“Matchsticks! Their head is made up of Antimony Trisulphide. And I think we need to bur those here.” explained Julius.

“Give me a second.” Jason said running down the stairs. He returned back with a box of matchsticks in his hand.

They kept them in front of the box and set them on fire. Despite the bunch of matchsticks burning in the room, the temperature dropped. The room darkened. The box started covering itself in smoke. Jason heard someone screaming. He asked his friends about the scream and they said they also heard it. Then everything became normal. The temperature came back to normal. The smoke disappeared. The light came back and the matchsticks stopped burning.

The small box which was brown in color now became red. Jason stepped forward. He stepped forward and pulled out a small piece of paper no bigger than his palm. An address was written on it: -

                                           “A-24, BLOCK 12,

                                          BURNSTOVE CAFÉ,

                                               LONDON, U.K.

                                            MADRIN’S

                                                RESIDENT”

“Oh…man! This Madrin is troubling me for years and his address was in our house only?” Jason exclaimed.

“How do you know HIS?” Julius asked.

Jason thought for a while.

“I…It just came out of my tongue. Why?” he admitted.

“Nothing. It is just discrimination. You should have said HER or HIS.” She said.

“Ok. I beg your pardon.” Jason said.

“So, this is the address of Madrin and we are going there.” Julius said.

“Wait, we are going?” Malrus asked.

“Yes.” Jason said.

“Tomorrow morning,” Julius said.

After that they went back home. The rest of the day passed like a gust of wind.

Jason sat on his bed, took a look on the address and slept.

Julius wasn’t able to sleep. But after, one hour of constant work, sleep conquered her.

Malrus ate dinner with Miss. Aisley and slept.


DEAR READERS, STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER.


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