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In the silence
Along the corridor,
Ran her trembling hand, Photograph: Meera Patel
As tears dropped down her face.
The figures in the shadows moving,
At a rather fast pace.
The darkening path reflected,
Nothing but a single bulb that hung.
The faint noise ringing in the silence,
Of the midnight bell rung.
A bloodcurdling laughter echoing,
Through far corners of hidden passages.
The storm trapping her in inside,
With hushed voices and bleared visages.
Her heart beating faster by the minute,
For she could hear voices muddled.
The wispy smoke making her squint,
Fading away the horrors that unbridled.
~ Akanksha Pai
