The sound of the door opening slowly scared her even more.
Assuming the person entering the room as the hotel staff she shouted,
"How can there be a power cut here. Why have you come without a torch or anything? Where is the emergency power backup?"
But that person kept marching forward without saying a word.
"At least for God's sake if you have a phone, then can you please switch on the flashlight? I don't want to stumble and fall. I literally cannot see anything".
Her real fear was something else. She was scared of the past that haunted her. The past that always gripped her around the darkness. The past that made any blackout, scary as hell.
His footsteps were approaching closer and the sense of fear in her was growing in manifolds.
"Don't you dare come any closer. Why can't you speak a word? Are your lips sealed or something?"
She said and started taking her steps back. Something inside her told her continuously that it was not going to end well.
