| 第 1 页：英语原文 |
| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
The first night, we unpacked and headed out to dinner. Upon returning, I unlocked the door and was surprised to find a footstool that had been in the living room in the dead center of the kitchen. I turned to my boyfriend and asked why he moved the furniture around. He shook his head but said nothing. We then went to bed, after lighting some candles. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I watched the flames of the candles flicker and rise unnaturally high. I was very unsettled all night, but my boyfriend told me to relax, the place was old and full of cracks that would bring in drafts. I awoke in the morning to the distinct smell of bacon, eggs and coffee. I sat up, inhaling deeply. There was no reason for the smell, as the cottage’s nearest neighbor was 1/4 of a mile away. Besides, it was a smell that was so strong; there was no way it could have wafted from another house. My boyfriend denied smelling the breakfast, making me feel pretty foolish.
