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The Strange House There was an old house at the end of a quiet street. Nobody lived there, and nobody knew who owned it. Every evening, a small light appeared in one of the upstairs windows. The strange thing was that the house had no electricity. One rainy night, I decided to walk past the house. As I got closer, the light suddenly disappeared. Then I heard a soft sound coming from inside. I stopped and looked at the window. For a moment, I saw a shadow behind the curtain. I ran home without looking back. The next morning, the house was completely dark again. But on my way to school, I found a small old key lying on the road. I still don't know what it opens. ────୨ৎ────

She walked through a colorful city where the sky was filled with floating toys, umbrellas, and strange animals. Everything looked like a dream, but she could not tell if she was awake. A parade suddenly appeared in front of her. Dolls danced, clocks smiled, and colorful balloons flew between the buildings. She followed them into a mysterious hallway. Every door showed a different world. Behind one door was a quiet forest, behind another was a bright ocean, and behind the last door was her own bedroom. She slowly opened the door and saw herself sleeping in bed. She smiled nervously. Then the whole world turned into colorful paper. She woke up suddenly, wondering if the dream had really ended. ────୨ৎ────