Names are as sharp as knifes

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The whole house filled with a shaft of wind.
I stepped forward more and called once more. "Mom!" I said, but this time she was graceful  to reply. I could hear the sharpness in her voice.
"Jane, I'm here sweety" she continued "Come into the red room." I swifty made my way into the darkness and switched on the light to reveal a dusty old.

The interior of the house is a large central hallway serving as the main avenue of traffic and entrance area to the adjacent rooms. The hallway flows multiple spiral of rooms. In the shadows of the rooms the grey hall way always made things look haunted and worn out but, not the Red-Room.

In the hall way I could the see the light of the red room lighting a smalls of the corridor. I slowly turned the golden door knob and entered a big fancy old fashioned room. That had curtains that overshadowed the small beams of light to what seemed like light beams of lasers that pierced the room making everything seem red.

  "Jane Zyne what have you done this time?"

She said, "Jane"my name made me feel agonized. She said my name sharp-like knives that made me feel guilty

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