Sam needed to write in his diary but found that he had already used it up. He decided to go out and buy a new one, even though it was already midnight. Riding his bicycle through the dark streets, he searched for a store that was still open. After a lengthy search, he finally found a bookstore that hadn't closed yet.
Inside the bookstore, he discovered a diary he liked and inquired about the price. The shopkeeper, speaking in a deep and eerie voice, replied, "This is an imported one, priced at 70 yuan."
Sam said, "That's quite expensive, but I only have 50 yuan with me."
The shopkeeper responded, "That's fine; I can sell it to you for 50 yuan."
Sam happily said, "Thank you, sir."
In that same haunting tone, the shopkeeper warned him, "When you go back, never open the last page; otherwise, something terrifying will happen. Don't blame me; I've warned you."
Samassured him, saying, "I understand."
He took the diary home, unwrapped it, and placed it on the table in front of the window in his room. He planned to take a quick shower before returning to write in it.
After his shower, Sam discovered that the window in front of the table was open. The wind had blown the diary's pages one by one. When he rushed over to stop it, it was too late. The last page had been blown open, and a horrifying revelation awaited him, leading him to let out a piercing scream.
Why? Because he saw: Priced at three yuan.