The door of death biome and The illusion

By Krish Kashyap

Fantasy and suspense story of a boy. In his world the boy is trying to understand how it's parents disappeared what his dream means with his friends.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Krish Kashyap
• Release date: Jun 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227855657

Book preview

Title: The Death Door Biome and The Illusion

Chapter 1: The Nightmare Begins .

Rohan, a 20-year-old boy, tall and lean with disheveled black hair and piercing blue eyes, lived with his aunt and uncle in a quaint, old Victorian house on the outskirts of Delhi. The house, with its creaky floors and dimly lit hallways, had an eerie charm, a constant reminder of its ancient and mysterious past.

Every night, Rohan would be haunted by the same nightmare. In his dream, he found himself standing before an ancient, ominous door, surrounded by thousands of gnarled trees. Their roots would writhe and twist, reaching out to ensnare him. The air was thick with a sense of dread, the rustling leaves whispering secrets of a long-forgotten curse. As the roots closed in on him, he would wake up, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding.

Despite the nightmares, Rohan's life was relatively ordinary. He attended Delhi University, where he studied archaeology, a subject he was passionate about. His daily routine involved long hours at the university library, poring over dusty old books and ancient manuscripts, searching for answers to the mysteries that fascinated him.

His aunt and uncle were kind but distant, more so since they had taken him in after the mysterious disappearance of his parents years ago. They lived in the old family house, maintaining it meticulously, though it always seemed to be shrouded in an aura of secrets.

Rohan's room was a small, cluttered space filled with books, maps, and odd trinkets he had collected over the years. A large window overlooked the dense forest that bordered their property, a view that was beautiful during the day but transformed into a dark, foreboding sight at night.

One morning, after another night of restless sleep, Rohan sat on the edge of his bed, staring