Let’sAct—MyWeirdRoomCandycomesbackfromschool,singinghappilyalongthewayhome.Shetakesoutthekeyandopensthedoor.Butthedoorshutswithabig“Bang”themomentshepullsoutthekeyandhitsCandy’sforehead.“Ouch!”Candycrieswithpain.“Badluck!Itmustbethewind!”Candymurmursandopensthedooragain.ThistimeCandyactsmuchsmarter—shetriestokeepthedooropenwithherlefthandwhiletakingoutthekeyandimmediatelyentersherroom,feelinglikeawinnerintheOlympics.Butunexpectedlythedoorclosesheavilywithabighitonherhips.“Whataweirddoor!”shoutsCandy,walkingtothewindow,“someniceandfreshairmighthelp.”Sheopensthewindowandtakesadeepbreath,“whatabeautifulday!”AllofasuddenthewindowfallsdownandpressesCandy’sneckstrongly.Candyliftsitupwithgreateffortsoastosaveherpoorneck.Andthewindowfinallykeepsstill.Candyreleasesasighandwalkstothemirrorbecauseshefeelsmuchpainontheneck.“Oh,mypoorneck，”Candyturnsherneckleftandrighttocheckifsomethingiswrongwithherneck.“Well,nothingsoserious.ThanksGod!”Candyfeelsalittlebetterbutseesherimageinthemirrormakingfaceather.Candytriestocleanthemirrorwithherhand.However,themomentshestops,theimagestartstomakefaceatheragain.“What’ssowrongwithmymirror?Stop,stop!”Candycriesoutandthemirrorturnsnormal.“Listentome!Mirror,mirroronthewall,whoisthefairestintheworld?”“SnowWhiteis.”“Hereagain,thatlittlecutegirl.Forgetit.”Candygetstiredandwantstohavearest.Sheseatsherselfinthearmchairandrestsherarmsontheteatableinfront.Thenshetakessomecookiesoutfromherbagbecauseshefeelsalittlehungry.Butsomebodypatsonherheadfrombehind.“Who’splayingatrickonme?”Candyturnsbackandseesnobodybehind.Butthetrickstartsagainwhensheisabouttoeatacookie.“Don’tbothermetoday!”Candyturnsbackangrilybutstillseesnobody.What’sstrangeristhecookiesgetsfewer—(Thetableandthearmchairstealthem.)Candylosesherappetiteandtakesoutastorybook.Sheturnsonthelampbesidebutitsoongoesoutitself.Sheturnsitonagainanditturnsoffagain.“What’sthematterwithmyroom?”Candyscreams,wakingupfromhernightmare.
