The Red Room

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                Wong Hui Chyn 11I

The Red Room

… I exited the room and walked down the chilly, echoing passage. I wondered what was so frightening about this ‘Red Room’ that the wise folks were terrified of. As I arrived at a door, I heard a sound behind me; I turned. There stood a young woman dressed in old-fashioned black clothes with a large old-fashioned bonnet, which covered her face. She raised her head and glanced at me. The young woman’s face was pale and very slim. How ailing she looked! Her eyes were dim in her pale face. Those eyes! How could I describe them? Her eyes were evil; they gazed at me with a terrible hate. There was something the woman wanted from me – something she had lost. What was it? I began to shake with fear. I felt chilly. My heart beat faster and faster. I wanted to run, but I was unable to move. What was wrong with me? I closed my eyes to pray; when I opened them, the woman had left.

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I reached the room and tried to open the door. My hand was trembling; at last the key was in the lock. I opened the door and stepped inside. The door shut with a ‘bang’. The echo went through the empty room. What had happened to me? Who was the woman in black? I did not believe in ghosts, but I had seen one. A ghost that was monstrous and evil! But I was inside the room now. I was safe; I smiled. I did not believe in ghosts. I had work to do. And I wanted to do ...

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