yesterday night I woke up to the sound of someone crying. it's little creepy and surprisingly loud as well. Although I wanted to get up and go check it out, I was a bit scared and I didn't had the courage to look behind as I was tired so I ignored it by hiding myself under the covers. Today at morning breakfast I told my roommate about it. "That was me" she replied with a tone of fear in her voice. what a relief, I thought. "I was crying because I saw a....a thing watching you were asleep."
