OUR NEW NEIGHBOR

It was a rainy winter evening. My friends and I in the complex were thinking about our new neighbor who came to our complex as a strange person. The piano sounds started in the evening and continued until midnight. The house lights were never turned off. One day, while passing by the neighbor’s house, I heard the crying sounds of the old man sitting there. I went into their garden and asked if they were okay. But I didn’t get an answer. As we got closer, the sounds of crying got louder. I was about to knock on the door when it was open. There was a library right across from the entrance of the house. The books looked dusty and old. There was a very bright and clean book among those books. I bought the book and while I was flipping through the pages, when I reached page 120 of the book, I saw a handwritten mobile phone number. I tore out that page and was about to put it back when I heard footsteps approaching me. I ran out and closed the door. I quickly took my bike and walked away, but when I looked back, the man was looking at me from the window. After looking at the man for a while I went to my friend’s house to tell him everything. My friend looked at this incident very normally. But I was starting to be afraid of the man. It was dark and I had to go home. I came home, knocked on the door, and my mother opened the door. After the expression on my mother’s face, I was about to ask my mother what was going on, when I saw that old man sitting in the living room. The man said good night to me and told my mother that it was late and he had to get up. I was afraid that the man knew something and to look at his face. I nervously told my mother that I had a very tiring day and that I was going to bed immediately. I went to my room to research the number on the page I ripped out. But that page was not in my bag. I was sure I took it and put it in my bag and didn’t forget it at my friends house. So where did that page disappear to?