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Something inside me told me that this was not a coincidence.
I decided.
Reaching my hand to open the doorknob, I stepped outside
into the gloomy hallway. The midnight wind touched my skin.
I could feel the soft touch of the rug under my feet. Every step took
me closer to to the mysterious apparition. I was unsure of whether
it was a friend or foe. I stopped for a second, took a deep breath,
and looked up narrow stairs to the attic. I could feel something was
up there waiting for me to find out. I carefully made my way through
dust-thickened pieces of wood and the spider webs.

I remember exactly the moment that I decided to push that
wooden door open. But all I could see was emptiness. I sighed.
Nothing except the old attic, a place that I had never explored
before. I was standing near the window where I could see
a panoramic view of the village clearer than from my bedroom.
The beauty of silence and starlight had stolen my soul for a while.

It was the moment I turned around that I truly realized what
had brought me up here. On the opposite side of the room, a tall
figure of a man in a long black dress was standing there under the
shadow, smiling at me. Behind him was a pair of dark wings –
exactly what I had seen earlier. I put both hands over my mouth,
could not believe what I saw. I wanted to scream and run away
from here. But my feet began to lose all feeling.

“Happy Birthday, Mira.” The mysterious man said with
a calm voice, inched forward.