Abruptly, as Tiffany turned around, an Egyptian jar, which she had especially bought a few days ago in the local flea market for her interview on that day and which she thought to be a fake, caught her attention. It had been lying on the floor in the middle of her room since the termination of her interview, and she had hitherto never took any interest on it. Nevertheless, Tiffany had a sudden potent inclination to pick it up and examine it.
As Tiffany picked up the Egyptian jar, she noticed that there were a line of red writing on it that had hitherto gone unnoticed by her.
"What's that?" thought Tiffany as she was consumed by curiosity. Holding the jar closer, she carefully scrutinised the line of hieroglyphics. Without warning, Tiffany involuntarily blurted out the words on the jar.
"Wait, how do I know how to read...." Before she could react, Tiffany shuddered violently, whilst dropping the jar onto her bed beside her. The lid, which Tiffany had tried to open but with no avail the other day, slid open elegantly and, from within the Egyptian antique, a white mist emerged, enveloping Tiffany's entire body. The girl just stood there, as if hypnotised.
~To be Continued~
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