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The Witch

I was woken up by a kind of weird sound in my room. It was one o'clock in the morning. I sat up on my bed, and checked if my roommates heard the sound. Unfortunately, all of them were as quiet as  sleeping infants.

 “What is that?” I suddenly noticed an enormous black object on my desk. I moved slowly toward the corner, and stuck my back to the hard concrete wall. My heart beat rapidly, and sweat oozed from the centre of my palms. Huddling up in the warmth of my quilt, I stared at the black object again. The wrinkles composed a familiar outline. I moved left a bit to change the direction.

 “Oh my God!” I muffled my mouth to keep myself from shouting out loud. “ That's a face!” I was screaming deep in my head. “Why there is a huge face on my desk!” All of a sudden, my brain cells stopped working.

I was frozen.

The blurry face reminded me of a witch in Medieval times. Wind roared outside the windows. Hundreds of jagged shadows were reflected on the white curtain by the chilly moon. I did not even dare to breathe. Five minutes passed; my roommates—who still knew nothing about all of this—were still sinking in their sweet dreams. “ How can you guys be so insensitive?” I desperately hoped there could be a sharp fire alarm to wake all them up. “She is going to kill us with her brutal ancient sorcery!”

My body was immobilized with fear. I was like a scraggy rabbit facing a pack of wolves. Staring at her, staring, and staring…until the first sunlight drove the darkness on a pile of coats away.