She was crying next to me under her sheets. I wanted to console her but I was too scared to come out of my own covers.
Somehow the night passed and morning approached. I asked her, “why were you crying the whole night, did you see the whimpering ghost of the murdered girl?”
She replied with cold dead eyes and chilled voice, “Yes. I was crying the because the murdered girl was sitting on your sheet covers and starred at you the whole night”…..