welcome
The room he is in is dark. The door did not even make a sound when he opened them. He fumbled his hands to the wall, searching for the light switch. He did not find it.
"Where's the light switch?" He mouthed.
A light flicks above and the room is lit. He blink against the sudden brightness. The arrangement of the room. Sam's breath is caught in his throat. Its identical to his and his father's apartment. The color, the furniture, the carpet he and his father had an argument back then. Sam doesn't like the chocolate color, it reminds him of feces. And it ruined his appetite. His father argues that's not the case.
Chocolate colored carpet is a sign of good luck. He said it will attract blessings into their house. Sam scoff. Totally impossible. Instead of good fortune, it will only bring the bad and rotten luck. After a year, Sam's prediction came true. That woman came into their life and ruined their already peaceful lives.