Pick-a-Path ~ "Strangely-Accurate" Occurrence (Part 3)

Previously on "Strangely-Accurate" Occurrence...

You were in a car crash and badly hit unconscious. Then, you wake up and find yourself in a cottage. Your dad feels really guilty about what happened.  He thinks it's his fault, when you know who's really at fault.

Out of shame and pity, you are now explaining about what the book does.

"And the book wrote that we were heading to water, and... there was no more writing because it already wrote 5 minutes to the future. And..." You realise something. 

 You notice...

"THE BOOK!" You yell. "IT'S GONE!!!"

You quickly run everywhere around the house in a frenzy. And practically rummage through anything you see. Then out the window, you see a book floating in sea (the cottage you were in was in a beach). "THE BOOK!!!"  

As you run toward the door, a lady carrying a basket of strange polka-dotted blueberries bumps into you. 

With this, the berries tumble to the ground. "Oh my goodness, I'm really sorry." You say calmly as you obviously weren't before. Picking up the berries, you don't look at her face, knowing that it'd probably be anger or disappointment.

But instead you look up to see a neutral and peaceful looking expression. It wasn't sad, or happy. It was neither. "It's alright." She says. "It's alright really." Her use of words seem so... gentle. This lady is full of surprises every time. Anyway, you shake your head. You need to focus on what's actually important. The book. You run, picking up the pace, until reaching the tip of the sea. 

You stare at the book, which is practically waterproof pages that can't be destroyed just floating on water. 

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You pick it up. It feels cold and damp, as expected. You slowly walk towards the house. You never noticed how creepy but cool the cottage looked. After all you were pretty much Lightning Mcqueening around the house. 

On the way to the cottage you read Strangely Accurate for what seemed like ages. 

Chapter 3: The Unmistakable Sense of Danger 

      Laura wakes up and

That's what you've read until you look up and see that strange lady look at you. You both blankly look at each other, until eventually, the lady spoke. 

"Pray tell, who did you say your name was again?"

 The question would've have made sense, except you didn't say your name to her before. But what's wrong with saying your name anyway. It would cause no harm at all, right?

"It's-" 

"Laura. Of course." 

How the pancakes did she know her name. This was as equally terrifying as the book. Then, deep inside you, something screams "SHE'S A RED FLAG DON'T TRUST HER" in your mind. Maybe it was true. This time, you must trust your gut, not your brain.

"What's your name?" Trying no to sound as terrified as possible.

"My name is Julia Murde."

Huh. You'd never heard that name before. "The name was... I guess interesting?" You think to yourself.

"Well, I'll be on my way, Ms. Murde." 

"Please. Call me Julia."

You nod and walk away staring at the cover of the book. And that's when you see the author's name in the cover. 

It's Julia Murde.