Walking to the kitchen to drink water,
Once in a while, I wake up from my bed,
Thinking about ghosts who are dead.
Then I sense a creepy sound with no order.
Always wondering there’s something under my bed that would terrify me badly,
something that would want to eat me gladly.
Now, it’s time to get back to bed,
not thinking about scary things that are red…
-PRITIKA DHAWAN
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