The growl echoed again, deeper this time. Michael’s instincts kicked in. “Get behind me,” he whispered, his eyes scanning the thick curtain of pine needles.

Emma clutched Olivia’s arm, while little Aiden held his favorite walking stick like a sword. “Is it a bear?” Aiden whispered, his voice trembling only slightly.

“Bears don’t hum, Aiden,” Olivia replied, her eyes fixed on the wooden box. The glinting symbols seemed to pulse with a faint, blue light.

Suddenly, a tall, thin man in a tattered gray trench coat stepped from behind a cedar tree. He wore a wide-brimmed hat pulled low, but his eyes—sharp and frantic—locked onto the box. “Don’t touch that!” he rasped. “You don’t know what you’ve stumbled upon!”

“Who are you?” Michael asked, stepping forward with a confidence he didn’t quite feel. “This is our backyard.”

“I am a collector of… lost things,” the man said, his voice smoothing out into a cold, oily tone. “That box belongs to a very dangerous person. Hand it over, and I’ll make sure you stay safe.”

“No way,” Emma chirped, her jaw set. “We found it. It’s a mystery, and we’re going to solve it!”

The man’s face darkened. He took a predatory step toward them, but just then, a loud crack sounded from the old house—the dinner bell! Grandpa was signaling that the storm was coming.

The man hissed in frustration, glanced at the darkening sky, and retreated into the shadows. “This isn’t over,” he called out. “The Whispering Woods don’t keep secrets for long!”

The four children didn’t wait. Michael snatched up the box—which felt strangely warm—and they raced back toward the safety of the big house. They reached the porch just as the first heavy drops of rain began to pelt the roof.

Safely inside the kitchen, they set the box on the sturdy oak table. “We need to open it,” Olivia said, reaching for the latch.

But as her fingers touched the metal, a muffled thud came from the basement below. It sounded like a heavy door being kicked open.

“Someone’s in the house!” Michael gasped, grabbing a flashlight. “And they’re downstairs!”

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