What will I find there?? The question finally came to my mind.
Should I take the risk? Should I go to my dad's room??
I knew where the keys were and I knew how to get there. I have memorized this house like the back of my palm.
I looked at the clock showing 2:30am, it's penetrating chime urging me to give up or take a step.
So what was stopping me??
Despite all consequences, I pushed them back, my curiosity and courage taking the best of me.
I kept the book on the table, took my phone, and went to the corridor.
Moonlight dancing on the walls of the corridor, bathing me as I crept along the corridor of the house which was a storehouse of mysteries in itself.

I went to the my grandfather's room, slowly cracked the door open making sure not to make a single sound. I went to the portrait of my grandfather with my father and behind the picture the bunch of steel keys shined in the moonlight.
Slowly taking the keys in...