The Woman In White.
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The Woman In White We parked opposite the house. It was a cold winter's day. Even the thick scarf, draped around my neck couldn't stop the sharp wind from biting at it. I started to cross the bustling road, reluctantly. It felt as if my feet had turned into a lump of stone, making each step I took, harder and harder. I looked up at the towering building, as my Dad rang the doorbell. A warm yellow light was pouring out of the tall windows, oblivious of the pain inside. My family and I almost tiptoed into my Grandma's bedroom, too scared to make any noise, in case of disturbing the peace. She was just lying there, so still, pale as the crisp white snow that was falling to the ground outside. I couldn't stand to see her like that. Her skin almost seemed translucent, it was so colourless, her freckles appeared...


