Hidden Letters, Part 2

Well done! Although, I admit, the first one was easy. Oh, I should probably warn you to keep an eye out for snakes when it rains, especially in this part of the house, and everywhere outside. I’ve come across more than one in my time here.

The only thing I enjoy more than walking around the compound is biking around it. Isn’t it huge? I try to go so fast no person or snake can catch me whizzing by. But, lately, I think sometime after turning the steps around the outhouse and parts of the garden into my personal circus ramps, the excitement did wear off. I think starting in the middle of the semester at a new school also had something to do with that. I wish my mother would let me cycle to school.


Here’s the next one:


Leading an army,

I march into the garden

Holding your next clue-

A stone roof blocks out its light,

A stone floor keeps it from the ground,

And it knows it can’t complain

When it doesn’t have to worry

About the sun, the air, or the rain.


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Hidden Letters, Part 1



Dear Reader,

I discovered the following letters over the span of three weeks after moving into a house in Hume Park, Club Road, Belgaum. The house has black double doors in the front and back, gray walls, and a faded red roof. It looks tall from the outside, and you might think it’s a two-storied building until you step in.

The letters are mostly made of scraps of pages torn from what I later confirmed to be a diary. The clues that consistently appear at the end of each letter became fairly easy to solve when I realized that each clue was written in the voice of the object or location harboring the next letter. I have unveiled the answers on the last page.

As attached as I’ve grown to the letters, I wasn’t meant to keep them to myself, so I hope you enjoy the ride.

Yours truly,

N. N.



“I maintain the habit of keeping a diary so I can know what I was thinking and how I was feeling, without it being distorted by time.”

– taken from Arya’s diary



A few weeks after moving in, I got this letter by mail. Funnily enough, it seemed to have been sent from the same place it was addressed to.

– N. N.

Dear ___________,

Hello. I don’t know who you are, but welcome to your new home. You are the latest lucky/reluctant resident in this beautiful house. I was the last, and there are memories I have stowed away in a few corners and crevices, that I’d like to share with you. These little anecdotes are part of a small adventure that I hope to give you, if you decide to follow up on this clue. If you choose to ignore it, you may still stumble across bits of paper in time, for which I apologize.

I can’t promise you astonishingly fantastic things, like in books or movies, but in the moment you are reading this, part of me is reaching out across time and space to you.


Here we go:

Red-faced; ashen when I work hard,

Living on a strict diet of biscuits of wood,

I’ll be waiting with your next clue.

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