Kalevi hingas sügavalt sisse ja astus kulunud metalluksest sisse, mis krigises vaikselt sügise karmi tuule käes.

Kalev took a deep breath and stepped through the worn metal door, which creaked quietly under the harsh autumn wind.

Mahajäetud laohoone, lai ja kõle, seisis kivikõvade põrandate ja tolmunud kastidega täidetud hiiglaslikuna.

The abandoned warehouse, vast and bleak, stood gigantic, filled with rock-hard floors and dusty boxes.

Murenenud laetahvlite vahelt vilksatasid hallika taeva pilgud, ning puulehed keerlesid põrandal, tuul tõmbas need aknaklaaside vahelt sisse.

Glimpses of the grayish sky peered through the crumbling ceiling panels, and leaves spun on the floor, drawn in by the wind through the gaps in the window panes.

Kalev käis edasi, taskulamp käes, tähelepanelikult valgusvihku suunates.

Kalev moved forward, flashlight in hand, carefully directing the beam of light.

Ta oli tulnud siia kindla eesmärgiga leida üks vana raamat – haruldane teos, mis kunagi kuulus tema vanaisale.

He had come here with a definite purpose: to find an old book—a rare volume that once belonged to his grandfather.

See raamat oli tema vanaisa kollektsiooni kroonijuveel, ja nüüd, pärast tema lahkumist, tahtis Kalev selle pärandi säilitada.

This book was the crown jewel of his grandfather's collection, and now, after his passing, Kalev wanted to preserve this legacy.

Kuigi ta teadis, et laos oli palju asju, oli see teadmine hoopis kurjakuulutav: oli räägitud, et laohoone on kummitustega.

Although he knew there were many things in the warehouse, this knowledge was rather ominous: it was said that the warehouse was haunted.

Häälitsused, varjud... Kalev raputas pead, et need mõtted kõrvale heita, kuid siiski oli ta valves, iga väiksemgi heli pani ta peatuma.

Sounds, shadows... Kalev shook his head to dismiss these thoughts but was still on guard, every little noise making him stop.

Kaugel nurga taga kuulis Kalev mütsatust.

From a distant corner, Kalev heard a thud.

Ta süda jättis löögi vahele, ja külma õhuvõtu saatel pöördus ta ringi.

His heart skipped a beat, and with a gulp of cold air, he turned around.

Kuid ta ei näinud midagi.

But he saw nothing.

Ainult laoruum, suur ja peegeldav, täis salaunistusi ja unustatud olnud aegu.

Just the storage room, large and reflective, full of hidden dreams and times forgotten.

Kalev kõndis edasi.

Kalev walked on.

Tema sammud kuminat põrandal katkes ootamatust helist.

His footsteps echoed on the floor, interrupted by an unexpected sound.

Ta oli peaaegu alla andmas, kuid siis ilmnes tema lampi valguses midagi, mis hiilgas nurgas, kastide vahel.

He was almost about to give up, but then, in the light of his lamp, something gleamed in the corner, between the boxes.

"Kalev?

"Kalev?

Kas see oled sina?"

Is that you?"

kostis ootamatult Maarika hääl.

came Maarika's unexpected voice.

Maarika ja tema vend Aadu olid tulnud kõrvalruumi kaudu, kuulnud Kalevi askeldamisest.

Maarika and her brother Aadu had come through an adjacent room, having heard Kalev's movements.

Kalev oli veidike kohmetu, päästetud oma kõledast üksindusest.

Kalev was a bit flustered, saved from his bleak solitude.

"Noh, siin me oleme," ütles Maarika.

"Well, here we are," said Maarika.

"Kas vajad abi?"

"Do you need help?"

Pärast hetke mõtlemist, Kalev otsustas, et vihane uhkus pole vajalik.

After a moment's thought, Kalev decided that angry pride was not necessary.

Aadu ja Maarika olid head sõbrad.

Aadu and Maarika were good friends.

Ta noogutas.

He nodded.

"Jah, ma arvan, et koos leiame selle kergemini."

"Yes, I think together we can find it more easily."

Nad alustasid oma ühist otsingut, tundes end turvalisemalt kui varem.

They began their joint search, feeling safer than before.

Koos töötades avastasid nad lõpuks vana, kulunud raamatu, peidetud tolmulise presendi all.

Working together, they finally discovered the old, worn book, hidden under a dusty tarp.

Raamat, mis oli Kalevi vanaisa lemmik, oli taas kodus.

The book, which had been his grandfather's favorite, was home once again.

Kalevi süda täitus soojusega.

Kalev's heart filled with warmth.

Naeratades vaatas ta Maarikat ja Aadut.

Smiling, he looked at Maarika and Aadu.

Oli hea tunne jagada seda hetke.

It felt good to share this moment.

Nad sammusid vaikides laohoonest välja, tuul saatis lehti nende jalge ees keerlema.

They walked out of the warehouse in silence, the wind sending leaves swirling at their feet.

Kalev mõistis, et ta ei ole üksi – ei kummituste ega mineviku pärandite ees.

Kalev realized he was not alone—not against ghosts nor the legacies of the past.

Ja selle teadmisega oli ta valmis tulevikku vaatama, vanaisa vaim rõõmsalt tema kõrval kõndimas.

And with that knowledge, he was ready to look to the future, his grandfather's spirit happily walking beside him.