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박차르트

The descriptive paragraph

I opened the door – and the dark atmosphere of the room overpowered me, making me nervous. The crimson light from the red reading lamp gave the only light in the room, making everything red and bloody. Horrified by the eerie light, I tried to find another light, a white one, and hastily punched the wall next to me. A switch was there, luckily, and the room was whiten instant. Relieved, I went over to the table and turned off the reading lamp. Next to the reading lamp was a large file of books, all about socialism. It was only then I noticed that every furniture in the room was red, starting from the bed against the wall to the 3 Stalin posters on the wall. “He must be a mad man”, I murmured, and I looked around to find the concert ticket I was looking for. As I searched through the dirty laundry overflowing laundry basket, the dark red clock radio on the table next to the bed suddenly rang, making me panic. I stopped the alarm somehow – even now I don’t quite remember how I did it – and looked around, shivering. Then my eyes caught sight of the concert tickets on a dark notice board. I took the ticket and turned around in relief, only to find Mr. Telvin Kame, the rightful owner of this room, and whom I did not notice entering the room, starred at me in the face.