There was this young mad girl who stopped me on the road and handed me a key, saying, “This is the key to the room where your husband locked up all your unborn children—that’s why you’re barren!”

Two weeks later, Christopher traveled out of town for a business meeting. He was going to be away for three days.

That evening, I came back from work feeling restless. To keep my mind busy, I decided to do some deep cleaning. Our house is a very big mansion with many rooms we don’t even use.

I went into the guest room on the top floor. It was a beautiful room, but it felt cold. As I was dusting, I noticed the large Wardrobe in the corner. I reached for the handle, but it wouldn’t Open.

“That’s strange,” I muttered. “Since when is this wardrobe locked?”

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the spare key bowl. I brought all the keys to the guest room. I tried the first key. It didn’t fit. I tried the second, the third, the tenth.
None of them worked. I even tried the keys to the front gate and the back door, but none could even enter the keyhole.

I sat on the floor, staring at the wardrobe. My heart began to beat fast.

There is this strange mad girl that approached me and handed over a key to me, saying that it’s the key that my husband used to lock my womb.

I didn’t collect the key at first because I thought she was just foolish. I thought she was just a poor girl who had lost her mind. But now, everything is different. I saw a strange, large wardrobe in the guest room upstairs. I tried to open it with every key in this house, and it didn’t work.

That evening, I was still standing in the guest room, staring at the dark wood of the wardrobe, when I heard the front door slam. My heart jumped. It was Christopher.