The First
Night
She was just seventeen.
Gently she closed the
door
And walked towards the
cot
With no courage to look
up.
Filling the milk in the
tumbler
Frightened and
shivering
She was not ready for
that night.
Removing the jasmine
from her hair
She moved to switch off
the light
But the power went off.
The room in utter
darkness
Without even a night
lamp.
Footsteps were audible
Came closer as if to
hug her.
She was sweating and
panting.
Before she sat
The cot screeched.
But she HAD to sleep in
that room.
That was inevitable.
She felt a hand on her
shoulder
And so she screamed.
She had filled her mind
With ghost stories
That was
Her
First Night in the Hostel.
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