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It was the first time I was there. I was walking with a friend , and then somehow we were there.
A small room, dirty and dimly-lighted, with 4 or 5 windows, each of which had a POS stuck on the windowpane. It looked like a canteen. Maybe it was really a canteen, I looked through one of the windows, and there were lots of dining platesmade of iron, and at this moment, I had smelled the awful oil fume odor filling the air.
'CLOSED DURING VACATION,' a paper on the window said.
I wanted to tell my friend, but she walked toward the corner window room, which looked like a store. There was a woman with bushy hair--she seemed to have put some effort into it--which looked awful, and hid nearly half her face. In short, my first impression was that she might be a witch...
They were talking. But I cannot remember what they said.
Then we left. Everything seemed to be natural.
And we turned into a small, yellow-painted wood door. Inside, there were stairs . Beside the stairs was an upward square pipe, wide enough for a child to crawl through.
I went upstairs, but friend did not come with me. I turned back to find her. She took off her coat and tied it around her waist. Going toward the pipe, she skillfully jump on it. What's matter with her? I thought, what's she going to do?
She had climbed above me and looked down to me, saying, 'I'll go first.'
'Wait! Why don't we take the stairs? Hey...'
She ignored me. As she disappeared from view, I jumped on the pipe without thinking. I was afraid that she would leave me alone there in that strange place. I followed behind her, climbing up the pipe, which was very cold. It was amazing. It was my first time climbing a pipe but it seemed easy.
I don't know which floor I had climbed to, when I saw two boys coming down. We saw each other, and while I was quite embarrassed, they seemed indifferent. They talked something to each other, and then went straight downstairs.
After a while, I felt that everything around me had became soft. And the pipe changed too; it became twisty. Theneverything seemed to blow up, and I could feel myself flattening...
I opened my eyes again, and there was the dim lamp light, and my textbook was underneath it.
It had been a strange place, and the friend, whom I had not seen for 6 or 7 years, was still like she had been 6 or 7 years ago.