Ada and the Secret Room

Synopsis

Title: Locked In Page 1: In the heart of Lagos, where the streets buzz with music, voices, and the scent of jollof rice, lived a curious girl named Ada. She was brave, bright, and always asked too many questions, at least, that’s what her uncle said. Page 2: One rainy Saturday, Ada visited her grandmother’s house. It was an old house with creaking wooden doors and windows that whispered when the wind blew. Grandma always said, “This house holds stories that don’t like to be forgotten.” Page 3: Ada loved stories. So when she found an old, dusty key on a red string hidden behind the bookshelf, her heart skipped. “Locked doors are just stories waiting to be told,” she whispered, remembering what Grandma once said. Page 4: She searched until she found a little door behind the curtain under the stairs. With a trembling hand, Ada turned the key. Click. The door opened. Page 5: Inside, it was dark. But as she stepped in, the light turned on by itself. It wasn’t just a room—it was a forgotten part of the house, filled with old photographs, letters, and a large wooden trunk with carvings of birds. Page 6: Before she could reach the trunk, SLAM! The door shut behind her. She was locked in. Page 7: Ada knocked and shouted, but the door wouldn’t open. She wasn’t scared, not yet. “Maybe the story isn’t finished,” she said to herself. Page 8: As she opened the trunk, a soft wind blew through the room. Inside were clothes, diaries, and a small photo of a girl who looked just like Ada. Page 9: It was her mother's diary from her childhood. The diary was hers, too. It told of a time she also found the room and how she had been locked in… until she discovered the way out. Page 10: “Find the bird that sings in silence,” the diary ended. Page 11: Ada looked around. All was still. Then she saw it as a carved bird on the wall. She pressed it. CLICK. The wall moved. A door opened. Page 12: She stepped out right into the garden, where Grandma was trimming flowers. “Ah, you found it,” Grandma said with a knowing smile. “It’s in your blood to search, uncover, and understand.” Page 13: Ada hugged her grandmother tightly. She wasn’t just locked in a room. She had been locked into a story that connected her to her family roots, her past, and her brave heart. Page 14: That night, Ada wrote her own story in a fresh diary. One day, another curious child would find it. And maybe, they too would turn a key and begin again. THE END