Storage Room

I entered the ghost-quiet room and it has a chilly atmosphere that makes my skin crawl. This room is been unused ever since I move out from home. I looked around and there's a lot of brown boxes filled with different kinds of clothes but the room was not dirty at all, maybe mom is still cleaning this room and using it for storage. " I've used this room for years and why don't I feel at home?, like I forgotten the feeling of this room's comfort ". I'm kinda confused because this room doesn't feel like I've been here before, like there's a missing chapters on my life, I feel like something or someone thorn those missing chapters away from my mind, why don't I remember my middle school life?, why don't I remember myself sleeping in that gray colored bed, and where in the world did I get that forbidden magic. " This room really is nice don't you think? ", I turn around and Auntie Elizabeth is standing infront of me, She's wearing a silky blue colored night dress with reading glasses sitting on her nostrils. " Y-yeah this room is nice " I stated. I didn't feel her presence even a bit, she walked inside the room and I didn't even noticed.