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A peaceful night has turned into a disaster as the fire has taken over the school's female hostel, causing madness and commotion. Everyone was trapped and desperate to stay alive, facing every emotion from terror to sadness. Witnessing o...
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It was night as the black numerous canvas covered the entire sky, adorned with constellations and a crescent silver moon, giving the impression of a magnificent scenery portrait.
On that canvas, a girl, wearing a polka-dotted pyjama was randomly tapping numbers onto a calculator, accompanied by a ray of sunlight streaming from a scented candle placed on the desk near the curtain.
The light and fresh aroma of the lavender-scented candle was pleasantly nice to her nose as it helped her to relax and concentrate better on her work. The smell suited her preference perfectly.
Suddenly, one of the girls behind her whispered, "Amy, I must go to sleep first. Don't stay up too late", gently tapping her shoulder.
"I won't, Ida. Don't worry. This is the last question" Amy replied, pointing to the page of her book in which the question was mentioned. Ida wished her good luck and soon went to sleep.
As the clock turned eleven, Amy rose from the chair, tidied up her stationery, and quickly lay on her bed, forgetting to blow out the candle.
She slept like a log as the scented candle's flame swayed, catching up the curtain near it as its wax melted.
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As time passed by, in another dormitory on the second floor of the hostel, a girl, unable to sleep, was sitting cross-legged on her bed and gazing at a picture of a man, wearing a black suit with a heartbroken face.
As her mind was flowing with the memory of the man, someone, with a chubby appearance approached her from behind and pleaded to her, "Izah, can you go with me to the toilet? Please." To hide her sadness, Izah forced a smile and agreed to accompany her, "Alright Mila."
The path to the toilet looked like it belonged in a horror movie. Apart from a broken fluorescent lamp blinking rapidly near the toilet entrance, it was utterly dark and dreary.
With a small portable torch in her hand, Izah led the way while the scaredy cat Mila clung to her.
"Ah! Help us! Ah! Oh my god!" They stopped abruptly as the loud screaming and blarings from the first floor pierced their ears.
