She approached the unknown door,
carefully taking the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, and then opened it to her horror, She saw a white curtain. She took a second look at the round, touch the curtain, which was very soft. She moved it forward, very curious to know more about it. She walked in slowly, a few steps chiffon, and there was no one in the room. She needs to find out more about it. She was going to move towards opposite window, the door closed, and she was not knowing about it. the moment she was next to the window. She noticed a picture of a beautiful woman with a white gown, long hair, a crown on her head, and a soft smile on her face that looked like wedding paint on the wall. Moments later, she was out of mind, and she turned around. She found a wardrobe with a glass door. Like she walked in front of death, she touched the door to open it. She was not sure but still curious, so she opened the door, and she found a beautiful white gown with an envelope written her name, Dia. She was shocked by seeing her name written on the envelope; she was not familiar with anyone; she was very new to the city, and she found the room was too old. She was scared to open it. Slowly holding the envelope in her hand, seated on the sofa, she was nervous to know what was written on it. Slowly, she opened the cover, and she found a letter written on it:
"Sure, your blood tastes sweet."
The moment she saw it, she left the letter in her hand and ran to the main door, trying to open the locked door. She couldn't find anyone in the room, so they except her. She was so scared, shouting, "Help.., help..., anyone. Open the door. I am struck by the room. Please help me. I am unable to open the door. Someone help...." She was shouting; her voice dried; she was unable to take a breath; and her eyes were blurred. Suddenly, she felt someone walk into the room towards her; her eyes were blurry, and it appeared like a white snow-covered dark shadow was approaching her. She slowly observed a woman in the picture walking next to her. She was terrified and sat down gently, gripping the door and closing her eyes. The woman looked at her, and she felt her holding her shoulder and shouting her name, "Dia... Dia." She was unable to see anyone. Someone shook her by calling her name, Dia. Are you OK? Why are you sweating so badly? Dia, wake up. It is time to work." She opened her eyes slowly, glanced about in terror, and found herself on her bed in her room, with her mother screaming from the other room, "This girl always wakes up late and says she's late for work, and she's rushing around." When she realized it was a dream, she grinned.
She walked, calling her mother,
"I'm here, and today is Sunday... "
She closed the room door.
The room window was opened, and breeze blew through the white curtain, falling on the wardrobe mirror, which wrote,
"Sure, your blood tastes sweet."
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