Welcome To Mystery by Dana Smith (best color ebook reader txt) 📖

that this was an order. So, keeping her eyes lowered, Kessie slowly got up.

It took only a brief moment before she regained her balance; she kept most of her weight on her left leg, as her right had pins and needles. Kessie clenched her fists at her sides, hoping they would eventually stop shaking.

"Are you ok?" when Kessie refused to answer, he tried a different approach. "Look at me."

Slowly, Kessie raised her eyes, taking in every detail that she could with the dim light.

He had white amour on, which had a gold emblem of a half moon embroidered into it. The amour looked strong and yet also looked surprisingly comfortable. Despite the baggy blue top underneath, she could still tell that he was well built. His whole body was covered in a black cape, which was fastened at the front with the same emblem as his amour. As Kessie’s eyes wandered up further, she locked eyes with him. Although it was dark, she could see that his eyes were bright blue, and had strands of messy brown hair that fell in to them.

His breath caught in his mouth as their eyes locked, but only for a second, before his eyes narrowed while he tried to figure out what he was going to do.

"Follow me." he said and crept over to the door. Placing a finger on his lips, as a sign for Kessie to be quiet, he opened the door slightly so only he could look out. After a brief moment of looking out, he motioned her to follow him.

Silently, Kessie glided after him, out into a large hall way with wooden floors and red painted walls. It looked very much like one of the pubs she had been to before; with the only thing missing, the painted pictures of lakes, swans and old castles. In this hall way, all the walls were bare.

The stranger led the brunette down a flight of stairs, and stopped half way down another. Wordlessly, Kessie watched him as he observed the room down the stairs. She heard voices, and the clanging of plates, so she guessed that she had been right when she thought it was a pub.

The man in the cape sighed in frustration, before coming back up the stairs. Without a word he removed his cape, and gave it to Kessie.

"Fasten it tightly, keep the hood up, and don't make eye contact with anyone." He ordered, Kessie was going to ask why, but he was already making his way back down the stairs. She put the surprisingly light cloak around her and pulled the hood up, making sure to tuck all of her long brunette hair in.

When Kessie’s rescuer, if she could call him that, signalled for her to come forward she did, whilst focusing all of her attention on the intricate design of the carpet that was on the lowest floor. When she arrived at the bottom step, Kessie diverted her eyes so that she could watch where the stranger was leading her; she kept her eyes pinned on his shoes.

When they were out of the door and far enough away from the inn, the stranger turned to Kessie, stopping her in my tracks. He looked into her eyes only for a moment before she looked away.

"Wha-" The stranger stopped himself asking the question, instead he said. "You must go down the village, past the church, to where you will find a large stone gate. When you find it, stand in front of it, and remember the first door that you came through from your world."

Kessie opened her mouth to ask a question, but he just continued talking

"Don't turn around until you get through your door." she opened her mouth again to protest, but he just nodded at the rout she should take. Sighing in frustration, she began walking down the path that was lit by lanterns on sticks.

"Can I at least know your name?" Kessie whispered without turning back around to face him.

"Kai." he told her.

"Thank you for helping me, Kai." she said him whilst smiling to herself.

Kessie began walking down the path again, keeping her eyes on the dim light coming from the church. The big question in her mind was why couldn't she turn around? Was someone following her? Trying to get back into school? Kessie stopped abruptly, didn't turn around but tried to listen if anyone was following her.

When she was about to turn around to see if there was anyone, a faint but firm voice registered in the back of her mind.

Don't.

It said, and she didn't turn; knowing she should trust this voice.

The walk to the church was longer than Kessie expected, and when she was close enough to see into the windows, she saw that they had all different skies in them. One was a bright blazing orange of a sweet summer sunset; another was black and full of stars and galaxies.

As Kessie continued on the way that Kai had told her she should go, her mind couldn't help but wonder where those windows lead to; or if they were just there to show you different places.

The path began to widen and when she looked up Kessie saw the large stone gate. The sky up above her was plain black with no stars, yet the background through the gate way was a misty green, with points of light shining through it.

Imagine the door you first came through.

The voice said again, now even weaker than before. Kessie closed her eyes as she tried to remember the door in the attic. White plastic frame, coloured glass circle in the middle, golden handle. Kessie held the memory of the door in her mind and opened her eyes; there was nothing there.

She didn't know what she had to do now; she had to remember the door she first came through, but then what. Kessie half expected the door to appear, but that would have been too simple, wouldn't it?

Kessie instincts told her to walk through the gate way. So with the image of the White door in her mind she walked through the arch.

Kessie was surprised when she didn't fall; instead, her foot touched ground that creaked under her foot. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see that it was dark, too dark to see anything.

Kessie took another cautious step forward and her foot hit something hard.


With her hand outstretched, Kessie bent down and felt the thing that her foot had come in contact with. It felt soft, like paper, yet was also stronger, and kept together with tape. She stood up, and with her hand still out in front of me, she began to walk forward.

When Kessie’s arm brushed against something soft, she jumped to the side. She calmed her racing heart beat and moved closer to the thing she had just touched. Her fingers felt the end of a piece of cloth, that seemed to be hanging from the ceiling, or something else attached to the roof. Kessie pulled the silky curtain back and looked past it.

To her amazement, there was a tiny point of light, with which she could see the outline of a door handle. As Kessie got closer to the door, it suddenly came to her that she had done this all a couple of hours before. She pushed the heavy wooden door open, and light immediately filled the room.

Kessie sighed in relief as she took in the familiar surroundings, a small smile appearing on her face. She looked at the back of the heavy wooden door, there were five hooks just above her head, and three of those hooks had keys hanging from them.

One of the keys was attached with a piece of old looking sting and had a plain, old fashioned hilt, shaped into a lightning bolt. The other had a circle with a hole in the end where a chain went through, on the circle there were three wavy lines engraved in it, making it look like the ocean. The last key was attached by a piece of thick blue ribbon and had a half moon facing upwards on it, there were four white pearls which completed the circle, the same moon as Kai had worn on his amour.

It was then that it dawned on her that she still had his cloak on. Kessie would have to give it back; either that or he would come looking for it. Her heart sped up at the thought of seeing him again, even if it meant going back through the door. Being in an all-girl boarding school meant that she didn’t have that much experience with guys; actually she had none at all.

Taking one last look behind her into the darkness, she quickly grabbed the key with the half moon and walked onto the flight of stairs. With the door securely locked behind her, she began to take off the cloak. She folded it neatly and placed the key inside to keep it safe.


The journey down the stairs was a lot easier than when she was running up them following the man in the top hat. Kessie sighed when she realized that she hadn't found him, and her mood was downed even more when she realized that she might never actually find him.

The door to the dorm rooms came into view quicker than she expected. Before walking through it she quickly patted down her hair and straightened out her clothes, making sure that she didn’t look to suspicious.

The hall ways were dimmer than usual so Kessie guessed that it was 10:00, if not later. 10:15 was curfew, so she hoped that she wouldn't meet anyone on the way to her room. Kessie only passed one girl two corridors before her hallway; and she didn't bother asking about what Kessie was carrying.

When Kessie was back in her room, the fact that she was in a different world half an hour ago seemed almost impossible. She carefully hid the cloak in her dresser, and placed the key neatly around her neck, before swiftly getting changed and into bed.

Kessie’s plan was to get up early and to check out the door again, but it would be impossible to return in time for lessons if she were to get lost. So plan B was to wait until 11 or so when the night teacher went to bed, sneak in to the attic, and find out what exactly was going on here.

After a few more minutes of planning, her mind started to mix fact with fiction, and Kessie gently fell asleep with the comfy sheets around her.


Kessie woke as she did every morning; sleepily and slowly. She was a morning person, if she got half an hour to herself, after that she was as right as rain. She went into the bathroom after she finally managed to get out of bed. Sleepily Kessie grabbed her tooth brush and started brushing her teeth. After putting her school uniform on, which consisted of a blouse, a blazer, a tie, and a skirt, she was fully awake and looking forward to breakfast; so Kessie slipped her purple converse on and went downstairs for her