It was 3 a.m., and I was sleeping in my hostel room. My mouth suddenly became dry, which jolted me awake. I was half asleep, but I wasn’t able to sleep because of my constant thirst. It bugged me, so I put aside my blanket, sat on the bed, and took the bottle that was near my side. As I took it, I realised it was empty. It frustrated me, and in frustration, I carried my bottle and got out of my room. I started to walk towards the water doctor, and as I was walking, I heard footsteps coming towards me. It wasn’t pitch black, but it was close. I couldn’t see anything clearly, but I walked towards it. As I continued walking, I heard footsteps behind me. I kept calm and pressed the water doctor’s button, but the water was not coming. “Damn, I should go downstairs for filling this,” I said to myself. I was in the step case. I looked at the window nearby; it was dark, and all of a sudden, I remembered all the horror movies I have seen. I quickly started humming songs so that I wouldn’t remember the horror movie scenes. I walked a bit faster and went near the water doctor and started filling the bottle. I stood there for like 20 seconds; it was nerve-racking. I felt someone was looking at me. I just wanted to fill the bottle. As soon as I did it, I turned back and started to walk. I slipped on the floor because of the water that was nearby. I landed on my back. It was painful, but I just wanted to get out of that place. I was trembling and ran to my room. I opened the door and turned on the lights. I took a deep breath and listened to some pop songs to make me forget those instances.
