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I was shopping at the mall for the New Year party. I looked around for an hour but I couldn’t find anything that suited me. I wanted something different and all the dresses I found at the mall; they are pretty but they didn’t make me feel special. So, I decided to go home.

I drove along the road and suddenly I saw an old fashion dress shop that I had never seen before. Then I decided to take a look, hoping to find something special. Then I walked into the shop and the light in that shop was really pale. I saw some people walking around, the atmosphere in the shop was really cold and didn’t feel anything like the mall.

I looked around but I couldn’t find anything that suited me. So, I decided to leave. I walked to the exit and felt warmth near a room, that looked like a box make of glass. Inside that box, a dress displayed on a dress form caught my attention.

A red dress. It even looked like it was made of blood.

I walked in front of that box and stared at the dress. The dress itself looked alive and my reflection on the glass looked like I wearing that dress.

“Who even made that beautiful dress? It’s exactly my vibe”, I talked to myself.
Then, I decided to buy that incredible dress.

I opened the box, took the dress off from the dress form and walked to the counter to pay. I couldn’t even waste a second to calling the staff.

At the counter the sale staff was smiling and staring at me, she didn’t even blink and said: “You going to be the most beautiful one in that party and you’re going to get all the attentions”. Her voice was cracking and looked like haven’t drink water for weeks. I felt strange so, I bought that dress and came out from that shop quickly. On the way home, I imagined how beautiful I would be at the party.

On the night of the party, I wore that dress and looked at myself in the mirror. The asymmetric neckline swept across my collarbone; the warp-around neck design hugged my neck like a ribbon. The fabric clung gently to my frame. While I wore this dress, I felt so elegant and so comfortable and warm, I even felt like the dress became another layer of my skin. I was so satisfied with my look. Then I went to the party.

When I stepped into the party room, everyone stopped and stared at me, I was so proud of my dress. I enjoyed the best time of my life making new friends, drinking together and even dancing with a handsome guy. I could hear the romantic song, clinking of champagne glasses and the song of laughter from the people. We smiled and shared looks each other while we dance. I almost felt like time had frozen. This was the most perfect moment of my life; I had never been this happy before.

Suddenly, the light went off and the countdown started. Everybody prepared to shout “Happy New Year.”

10..9...8…7…6…

At that moment, I felt my dress getting tighter, the fabric around my neck started squeezing me. I tried to asked for help but I couldn’t make the sound. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to take the fabric off from my neck but I couldn’t. Every time I tried to move it, it only got tighter.

5.. 4.. 3.. 2..1…

Something fell from body.
I could see my body lying on the ground and the thing that had fallen from my body was my head.

Now it was twelve. Instead of new year cheers, the room was filled with the creepy screaming noises. The floor was covered with my blood, my blood-red dress had become even darker from soaking in it.

At that moment, I noticed the dress was never made with thread. It was woven from something that should never exist in our world. Now, I stand in the glass box, instead of the dress form and I will never know where my head is. Until the next customer with a same desire I once had.

After ten years of New Year….
A girl stands before the glass box…..