A man steps into a forgotten cemetery, chasing a whisper of a rumor—a local myth no one dares to speak of out loud. What begins as curiosity quickly twists into obsession when he uncovers a grave that should not exist… and a death that was never recorded.

Each day brings stranger signs: vanishing footprints, shifting shadows, and the haunting sense that he is being watched. But it’s on the fourth day that everything changes.

Now, he's no longer the seeker of truth—he’s the hunted. And the deeper he digs, the more he realizes: this mystery was buried for a reason.

Some answers come with a price.
And on the fourth day… it’s time to pay.

Something changed on the fourth day.
No one saw it coming.
Not even him.

What began as a simple decision led to questions no one could answer, shadows no one could trace, and a silence that grew louder with each passing hour.

Now, the days blur. The lines between real and unreal begin to shift. And by the fourth day… everything he thought he knew collapses.

Some stories don’t warn you.
They wait.
And when they strike—
It’s already too late.

> "The truth doesn't always hide in shadows. Sometimes, it sits quietly in daylight, knowing you'll walk right past it."


Elias Vane couldn't let go of the pattern.


His sister's final words, Kamran's casual comment, the strange dream, all circling around one phrase:


That line had attached itself to something deep in his brain — like a hook he couldn't pull out.


He began tracing back through his own memory, not for meaning, but for patterns. He started writing down the fourth day after key moments in his life:


The fourth day after his father's funeral.


He picked up his phone and dialed Kamran.


They hadn't spoken since they met at the cafe. The line rang longer than usual.


"Hello?" Kamran's voice sounded dry, uncertain.


"Kamran, do you remember anything about the fourth day?"


"The fourth day?" Kamran repeated, almost pretending the phrase meant nothing.


"Yes," Elias said. "You know what I mean."


Kamran let out a breath, the kind you take when you're buying time.


"I… I don't know, man. What fourth day?"


"Kamran." Elias's voice was firmer now. "Rina told me something. Just tell me anything you know."


Then he quickly changed the subject — asked about work, about the weather — and ended the call.


But Elias caught something in his tone — something too smooth, too deliberate.


It wasn't just avoidance. It was deflection.


That night, Elias sat in his room staring at the ceiling fan. He tried to recall the exact look on Rina's face when she had first mentioned the "fourth day." She was afraid.


And now Kamran. His avoidance wasn't nervous — it was rehearsed. Like he had already planned how to respond if Elias ever asked.


Elias opened his drawer and pulled out a faded photo of him and Rina. A moment of laughter, frozen in time.


Nothing made sense — yet everything felt connected.


Chapter 4 - Nothing Makes Sense