I hjertet af skovens gyldne efterårsblade lå den gamle kostskole Myrehøj.

In the heart of the forest's golden autumn leaves lay the old boarding school Myrehøj.

Den var omgivet af hemmeligheder, og dens vægge bar på en tusindårig historie.

It was surrounded by secrets, and its walls held a thousand-year history.

Freja, med sine lysende øjne og nysgerrige sind, stod ved et gammelt kort, der viste en hemmelig passage i skolens kælder.

Freja, with her bright eyes and curious mind, stood by an old map showing a secret passage in the school's basement.

Passagen førte til et rum, der efter sigende gemte på alle svarene til skolens mystiske hændelser.

The passage led to a room that was said to hold all the answers to the school's mysterious events.

Rasmus, Frejas bedste ven, rystede på hovedet.

Rasmus, Freja's best friend, shook his head.

"Freja, vi burde ikke.

"Freja, we shouldn't.

Skolens regler er klare," insisterede han.

The school rules are clear," he insisted.

Men Freja trak på skuldrene, ivrig efter eventyr.

But Freja shrugged, eager for adventure.

"Vi må vide det, Rasmus.

"We have to know, Rasmus.

Der sker noget underligt her, og jeg vil forstå det!"

Something strange is happening here, and I want to understand it!"

Astrid sad ved siden af, hendes blik næsten skjult bag en bølge af mørkt hår.

Astrid sat beside them, her gaze almost hidden behind a wave of dark hair.

Hun sagde sjældent meget, men når hun gjorde, lyttede alle.

She rarely said much, but when she did, everyone listened.

"Rummet er ægte," sagde hun stille.

"The room is real," she said quietly.

"Men I skal være forsigtige."

"But you must be careful."

Freja vendte sig mod Astrid med et smil.

Freja turned to Astrid with a smile.

"Jeg stoler på dig, Astrid.

"I trust you, Astrid.

Vis os vejen."

Show us the way."

Efter mørkets frembrud listede de gennem de gamle korridorer.

After darkness fell, they sneaked through the old corridors.

Skolens gulve knirkede under deres skridt.

The school's floors creaked under their steps.

Udenfor skreg vinden gennem de tætte træer, og havets hvisken nåede dem fra den fjerne kystlinje.

Outside, the wind screamed through the dense trees, and the whispers of the sea reached them from the distant coastline.

De nåede kælderen, dens luft fyldt med støv og hemmeligheder.

They reached the basement, its air filled with dust and secrets.

Freja fandt døren, som de kun kunne åbne med en nøgle, Astrid havde fundet i skolens arkiver.

Freja found the door, which they could only open with a key that Astrid had found in the school's archives.

Rasmus, stadig tøvende, hjalp med at skubbe den tunge dør op.

Rasmus, still hesitant, helped push the heavy door open.

Indenfor mødte dem et syn, der både var fascinerende og skræmmende.

Inside, they were met with a sight that was both fascinating and terrifying.

Gamle bøger lå stablet på borde, tegninger af skolen, og dokumenter der afslørede skolens grundlæggere – mænd, der engang var kendte for deres underlige eksperimenter i naturvidenskab.

Old books were stacked on tables, drawings of the school, and documents revealing the school's founders—men once known for their strange experiments in natural science.

"De brugte skolen som et dække," mumlede Freja, hendes blik fastholdt på en gammel dagbog.

"They used the school as a cover," Freja murmured, her gaze fixed on an old diary.

"Alle de hændelser... de var forsøg på at kommunikere med den naturlige verden."

"All those events... they were attempts to communicate with the natural world."

Rasmus gispede.

Rasmus gasped.

"Men det betyder... alle de mærkelige ting, vi har set, er deres efterladenskaber?"

"But that means... all the strange things we've seen are their remnants?"

Astrid nikkede.

Astrid nodded.

"Men nu kender vi sandheden."

"But now we know the truth."

I de kommende uger blev skolen forvandlet.

In the weeks to come, the school was transformed.

Eleverne begyndte at studere de gamle tekster, nu med forståelse for deres betydning.

The students began to study the old texts, now with an understanding of their significance.

Skolens historie blev nyfortolket, og Freja stod stærkere, med venskaber der var smedet i modgangens ild.

The school's history was reinterpreted, and Freja stood stronger, with friendships forged in the fire of adversity.

Selvom alle svar ikke blev fundet, indså de noget vigtigt.

Although not all answers were found, they realized something important.

At nogle mysterier måske aldrig helt ville blive løst, men at sandheden altid fortjente at blive søgt - sammen.

That some mysteries might never be fully solved, but that the truth always deserved to be sought—together.