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Short story: The Deathly Hallows and the Cursed Clothes in the British Museum

The soft orange light from the bulbs shines up on each glass cabinet in the British Antique Museum. I follow a group of friends who are currently fascinated by the chicken coop skirt that caused the catastrophic cathedral fire in Santiago in 1863. But there are some who aren't interested in these outfits. Me, for one. my thoughts

I think this is very boring. It would be more interesting for me to sit down and read a book on society and the economy about inflation.

“Hey you, look at that. It's very beautiful. I really want to try it on,” my best friend Coey said, pointing out a white dress in a glass cabinet. The corset and skirt were decorated with gold thread lace that shimmered in the light. The sleeves are wide and cuffed and look cute.

It's a blend of beauty that captivated my eyes. I feel warm all over my body. It's like you can touch the soft fabric.

"Hey!! Stop it. Don't even think about touching that mirror. Can't you see the sign? It says don't touch the glass!! Are you blind?!” The museum staff's voice sounded in my ear. The officer pulled my collar from the glass cabinet just as my hand was about to reach out.

“I want to warn you. If you don't want to die Don't...go...touch...have...it.” When he finished speaking, he shook himself off and walked away. Leaving me looking at the faces of two close friends

“I think you should believe him. It is for our safety and the privileges you will receive on the next field trip,” Coey said and motioned for me to follow the group. But is it a person like me who would let this matter go so easily...except for a few million baht?

But when you look at it, no one would want to do that. So I thought of following my own desires, combined with the unforgivable trollness. You should have seen that nothing happened when my palm touched the glass....it didn't...not at all until that idiot, whose name was Logan, or whatever I called him, did something less. How proud would it be to see it?

“Haley!!” Logan shouted. Suddenly the glass in front of me shattered with a loud crack. But the problem is that it doesn't break and fall to your feet. It shattered and flew towards me along with the ancient outfit. You can imagine. The glass shattered in my face. I felt a sharp pain all over my face. I don't even know when I fell to the floor. I can't open my eyes

It felt like the glass was hurting both of my eyes. I moaned. Alarm sounds could be heard all around. The officers and others screamed. I know how pitiful it is. My body is probably completely covered in blood right now. It was heavy on my chest. The mannequins in ancient clothing still crush me, to be honest.

I could hardly move my body. The figure held me in place. After that, a voice rang out amidst the chaos. both clear and engraved

“Sign the contract. Sign the contract with your blood. Sign it!!!” A piece of paper flew into my hand. I can't see it and I don't know what it is. Then the paper was pulled out of my hand without me doing anything. both softly and quickly Followed by a hoarse laugh that I will never forget, dammit.

I opened my eyes. But he had to squint his eyes again and feel his hand along the floor that was full of broken glass. It's as far as I can touch it.

“Ah!” I cried out, not wanting to say that my eyes were really hurting. All he could do now was curl up into a ball amidst the stabbing pain. Where am I now? What am I doing? Will anyone come out and look for me yet? Or is it not dark yet? It might be a dream If it was a real dream, I would have had the worst nightmare of the year.

I closed my eyes and looked at my palm that was filled with red liquid. It might be sweet water...but probably not from the smell. When looking around The glass shards were still in the same place. The soft light still shines brightly. The big clock on the wall said 11:55. What a perfect fit! Three digits in a row.

“Ha ha ha,” I burst out laughing when I realized how stupid this was. I looked down at myself. A corset decorated with gold lace interspersed with beautiful diamonds. Even though it's a tiny pellet But when they come together, they are beautiful and worth admiring. The hem of the skirt is decorated with small diamonds as well. Look...smooth and sweet.

The scent of ancient perfume floated throughout the atmosphere as I stood up... meaning struggling to stand up. After that, I found a piece of paper on the ground. It was the paper that was stuck in front of the glass when it wasn't broken. 'Please don't touch the glass' it says like this. Okay...nothing until I flipped the paper over to the back.

I just found out today what it's like to have my heart drop to my ankles. The contract...that I signed.

"crazy!! Very crazy!! Scream!!” I cried out loudly. Every nerve in the body became fully alert, pupils dilated, muscles tense everywhere. I clenched my teeth. With trembling hands, he tore the thin piece of paper into pieces, stained with dried blood.

The contract fell to the ground in pieces as the sound of a piano playing sounded. It was beautiful, very beautiful. I mean, it was really the most beautiful. I really can't describe it. The low sound that continued to play along with the small, high-pitched sounds that grew louder. In the past, I dreamed of becoming a great pianist.

But that dream was shattered when my father died in an accident...when he was going to withdraw money from the bank to buy me a piano. Since then I've always hated the sound of the piano. I had regular arguments with the pianist in school and even the pianist in church.

But I admit that the sound of this piano is as sweet as the clear dew on the grass falling on a stream of hope. I keep following the sound. It led me to another costume display room. The piano was in the middle. It was played by a man wearing a black tuxedo. He sat still, his back tense, letting the tuxedo man fall to the ground.

Only the fingers and palm move across the black and white keys. The body of the piano is solid wood that has been coated with something shiny. I kept watching the man play the piano. I don't know how long it has been since I heard such a beautiful sound. I've always closed my heart. I refuse to listen to any music. I got into trouble, I'm sorry.

The sound of the piano stopped. When I realized it again, I found that my eyes were wet with tears. tears of sadness tears of anger Tears of Fear All kinds of feelings quickly formed within me.

“Oh... so beautiful that you'll cry out your blood, Princess?” The man stood up from the piano and walked towards me and bowed. He took my hand and kissed it. That cold smile gave me goosebumps all over.

“Please do me the honor of dancing with me for a song,” the man said. I gasped, feeling something stuck in my throat. I had no choice but to nod my head.

A man in a tuxedo snapped his fingers loudly. Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded again. This time it was a slow rhythm. Delicacy meets strength combined into a song that I would give anything to listen to for the rest of my life. We started dancing together I think if we were at a school event right now We are definitely a dance couple that everyone will be watching out for.

“Do you want to dance like this well, Princess?” the man asked me.

“Yes, I would.”

“Selling my soul to Prince Sipaya.”

"no"

The tuxedo man sniffled.

“I know that your past has not been very bright.”

"Well, I'm not a pretty world person."

The tuxedoed man began to show an expression of displeasure.

“Princess, please know this, Paya... whoever wears this ancient clothing will be cursed.”

“However, there must be a solution.”

“That's right, Princess...that's right. And the solution is very simple. He just signed a contract to sell his soul to Princess. After that, Bing! He will live happily as if nothing had happened.”

“Oh, the contract I tore into pieces?” I said.

“Yes, yes, Princess, just lost a drop of blood... that's all.” The tuxedoed man finished speaking. The atmosphere suddenly seemed to become cooler. The smell of blood floated throughout the area.

“Let go...hand...me,” I said quietly. He stared at the man's face. Suddenly my heart felt like it would explode on the floor. The man's well-shaped face was distorted and shapeless. The outer layer of skin had almost completely disappeared, leaving only throbbing red veins. His smile revealed fangs that were red and drenched in blood.

The eyes turned yellow like a cat's eyes. I screamed and threw my hands away. But I probably shook a little too hard. The man's arm came off his shoulder. His hand still held mine tightly. I ran out of that room. and try to peel it off I heard a loud noise behind me. When he turned around, he found crimson entrails strewn across the walkway.

“Don't be afraid princess. This isn't my real body, ha ha ha ha,” said the man in a tuxedo who was almost naked. And it wasn't funny when he laughed and black mucus came out of his mouth. I'm trying to find a way out It might be a way to escape. Just let me get out of here.

Suddenly, the lightbulb on my head shattered. I screamed, the soles of my feet crunching on the sharp edge of the glass. Blood soaked footprints on the pavement. If you didn't add in the crazy entrails that fell all along the man's path.

My legs are starting to feel weak. Just a few more steps and I'd be out of the museum doors. Suddenly, a loud cry sounded out around him. The man leapt towards me. In his hand was a piece of death paper that was ready to kill my soul at any moment. I screamed, not being able to make it in time...the moment I shook my foot to take a step forward, damned blood dripped onto the white paper. I fell to the ground and screamed at the top of my lungs.

I woke up in a soft bed. sweaty body I couldn't breathe and felt like my asthma was coming on. I quickly opened the drawer on the bedside table. Frantically searching for the inhaler. Soon my symptoms returned to normal. I must have really dreamed this...the worst nightmare of the year. I got up from the bed while still holding the inhaler.

As my eyes focused on the ground...the inhaler fell out of my hand. I fell to my knees, staring at the sight in front of me in shock. Mouth trembles, body trembles I slowly raised my hands to my ears and screamed at the top of my lungs... An inverted five-pointed star surrounded by a circle drawn in crimson blood. ...This image is etched into my brain until the day I die.

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