While Allen was still studying the notebook, Daisy began to chase him away. She wanted to rest!
"It's getting late. You should go back and rest." Daisy was holding a flowery pajamas. Her intention to chase him away was very obvious.
Well, girls are like this. One moment it's sunny, the next it's raining. Even if it's his own sister, Allen still can't figure it out.
Allen grabbed the notebook and walked out. The door slammed shut.
Allen helplessly shook his head, smiled and turned away.
Suddenly, Allen's smile froze. His expression became serious – when he turned around, he saw his bedroom door quietly open.
He could hear someone moving around in the room.
He could hear someone whispering.
Allen pulled out his wand and walked forward.
Creak, creak, creak. The door opened a little more and then began to close.
This door, like the door of a haunted house in a movie, made a creaking sound as it opened and closed.
"Who's there?"
Allen strode forward, grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open.
Allen let go of the doorknob and blocked the door with his body. "Who's there?"
The room was empty.
After a few seconds, there was no movement in the room.
Allen took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
No matter what it is, it will definitely appear again.
Allen lit the candlestick and sat at the head of the bed. He looked through the notebook labeled 'Sinmore' again, but he didn't find anything.
He sank himself into the soft bed and closed his eyes.
He thought that he wouldn't be able to sleep, but unknowingly, he fell asleep.
Allen didn't know how long he slept. One or two hours at most. He slept very softly and very uncomfortably.
Then, he felt his neck being strangled by a pair of cold hands. His body felt very heavy. He wanted to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.
Allen's hair stood on end. He used all his strength to break free and sat up.
It was empty.
There was nothing in the room.
Although the room was very hot, Allen's body was cold.
He looked at the foot of the bed and found that he had already kicked away the sheet and thin blanket.
Allen sighed and reached out to grab them. Suddenly, he froze.
He heard whispers.
Someone was talking in the room.
"Who … Who's there?" Allen's voice was also very low.
He heard more low noises.
After his eyes slowly adjusted to the light, the room became clear.
It was the curtain.
The long gauze curtain in this big room was fluttering in front of the window.
Was that why he had sensed the whispers?
A soft light shone into the room from outside, and the curtains cast flickering shadows at the foot of his bed.
Allen yawned, stretched, and got up from the bed.
He crept across the floor to shut the window, shivering all over with cold.
Just as Allen approached, the curtains stopped fluttering and fell back to their original position.
Ellen lifted the curtains and reached out to close the window.
"Ah!"
Allen softly screamed and found that the window was closed.
But, how could the curtain flutter like that when the window was closed?
Allen stood in front of the window for a while, looking at the dark night outside. The wind was not strong, and the window was sealed well.
Just then, a face appeared on the window — a small, pale face. But the figure disappeared in a flash.
It was the girl in red!
Allen quickly turned around, but there was nothing.
At this time, a pair of cold hands grabbed his neck.
"Why, why did you enter my territory? I am free here … "The young and cold girl's voice sounded in Allen's ear.
Allen was in his pajamas, and the magic wand was not in his hand.
He reached out to break the hand that was tightening around his neck, but it was as if he had reached into a ball of ice and touched his own neck.
Merlin's gem silently appeared on Allen's forehead. The blue light shone brightly. With a scream, the girl in red covered her face and quickly floated out of the door.
Allen narrowed his eyes, rushed to the bed, picked up the magic wand, and chased out.
But there was no one outside the door. The little girl had disappeared without a trace.
"It seems that it is injured!"
Allen hurried through the strange shadows and returned to the bed. It was too cold.
Placing Merlin's gem between his eyebrows, Allen lay back on the bed. Whether or not it would appear again, it was very important to make sure that he was full of energy.
After a dreamless night, Allen slept soundly under the protection of the Merlin Gem.
A loud knock on the door interrupted his good sleep.
Allen covered his head with the quilt. He did not want to pay attention to it!
But the knocking continued, getting louder and louder, until it was deafening.
Allen jumped out of bed and opened the door.
It was Daisy.
Daisy's hair was disheveled. She did not care about Allen's angry expression. She pushed Allen aside and walked straight into the room.
"Daisy, what are you doing?" Allen was stunned by Daisy.
Daisy walked around the room as if she was searching for something.
Could it be …
Allen hurriedly looked at Daisy's expression.
"What are you looking at?" Daisy said angrily, "It's too strange. I can't even find a mirror!"
Allen sighed in relief. He thought that Daisy had also met the little girl.
No mirror! Allen carefully recalled his two experiences in the manor. Indeed, he did not see any mirrors!
Sinmore — there was no mirror in the manor — the hat on Aunt Josephine's head …
Allen's suspicions grew stronger. This ancient manor was like a mystery.
Could it be that they really came to a vampire's manor?
He had once read in Ravenclaw's library that vampires would cower in fear of mirrors or powerful holy emblems.
These things would not harm vampires. They just did not want to go near them.
After sending off the resentful Daisy, Allen was wide awake.
After washing up and getting dressed, he took out a bunch of candies from his luggage. He put them in a bag and brought them downstairs.
Daisy was still upstairs. Only Mrs. Harris and Aunt Josephine were busy waving their wands in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mother. Good morning, Aunt Josephine." Suppressing his undulating thoughts, Alan greeted the two elders politely.
"Good morning, Allen. Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Aunt Josephine asked in surprise.
"I was woken up by Daisy. She was looking for mirrors everywhere." Allen blinked, looking very innocent.
"Then she might be disappointed. I don't like to look in the mirror, so she probably won't be able to find one in the manor." Aunt Josephine generously replied to Allen.
Allen did not notice any abnormality in her expression!
Either she was really magnanimous, or her acting skills were too good.
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