Discover the exciting tale of a young girl’s adventure in her grandparents’ house as she unravels the mystery of an old box hidden in the storeroom. Written by Reshmi Banu, Class 5, Epic Public School, this delightful story takes you on a journey filled with curiosity, suspense, and a surprising twist!
Once upon a time, I visited my grandparents’ house to spend time with them. I love going there because there are many mysterious things one can find in the house. Today, let me share one such incident when I came across a mystery box in the storeroom of my grandparents’ house.
It was the month of March, I remember—the time when we get our summer holidays after the end of the school session. That year, our family decided to visit my grandparents’ house.
It was in the evening, probably around 8:30, when we were all enjoying our dinner. It was simple yet so tasty—perhaps because it was cooked by my grandmother. I always felt there was something magical in Grandma’s hands that made the food so delicious. My mother says she adds a special ingredient called ‘love.’
As we were busy enjoying the food, my grandmother surprised me by asking my grandpa, “Did you tell Reshmi about the mystery box?”
“Mystery box? What mystery box?” I exclaimed excitedly.
“Oh! I didn’t, as a matter of fact. Forgive me, Reshmi,” said my grandpa.
“Ah! You should have,” my grandma growled. “Let me tell you, Reshmi.” As my grandma spoke, I was all ears, quite excited by then.
“You know our storeroom—the one that is hardly used?”
I nodded and said, “Of course, I do.”
“So, the other day, we were cleaning it after a long time,” Grandma began. “As we were removing the layers of dust that had accumulated in the room, we found a box that was quite unfamiliar to us. It was actually a mystery box.”
“Is it?” I was excited and surprised. “So, where is it now?” I asked, intrigued more than ever.
“It’s in the storeroom,” my mother smiled.
“Maa, you also know about it?”
“Yes, of course, I do,” my mother said.
“Can I go and see it?” I asked.
“No, please don’t go,” Grandpa stopped me.
“Okay,” I said, but deep inside, I knew that I really wanted to. And now that they had increased my curiosity, nothing could stop me.
The next morning, as I told you earlier, I could not resist visiting the storeroom. I called my sister and said, “Sis, let’s go to the storeroom and find out what’s inside that mystery box.”
“Oh no,” my sister reacted. “Are you mad? I’m too scared.”
I knew this would be her reaction, and I was prepared for it. So, I held her hand, pulled her up from the sofa, and almost dragged her to the storeroom.
Honestly, as we approached the storeroom, I, too, started feeling a bit scared. In spite of that, I was determined to go inside. I gathered all my courage, held my sister’s hand, and gradually approached the door.
As we entered, we found it completely dark. There was not a single ray of light. We searched for the switch, and after a while, we found it. As soon as we switched it on, we began looking for the box.
It was my sister who found it after a while.
“Open it, Didi,” she said, curious but still scared.
“Yes, I’m opening it. Wait.”
And as I opened it, we found a piece of paper inside. I slowly took it out and saw that it was a letter. However, I couldn’t read who had written it or to whom it was addressed, as the content was unclear. Here is what was written in the letter:
Dear one,
I don’t know who is reading my letter, but I am writing this letter just for fun and keeping it in this box as a joke. I hope it makes someone laugh.
Thank you.
My sister started laughing at the entire situation. I was a bit disappointed that there was no real mystery. I read the letter again and suddenly recognized the handwriting. It was none other than my younger sibling’s attempt to scare everyone!
And just like that, I solved the mystery of the box. Oops, I mean the mystery box!