It was a cold windy night at Imprimax School, St Petersburg. It wasn't even a day after Ann's arrival. I was standing beside my room window looking out to the plain land lying beside our school. I still remember our dear Janet. She was in our batch. Her pretty eyes are unforgettable. Her rosy lips are never replaceable. She had long brown, blonde hair. She was our roommate. She was a very good person, kind to everybody, a very generous and ambitious girl. She was like my own sister. But today she is no more. Something bad happened to her. Something I don't want to think about. Today morning a new girl had taken admission here, in her place. But, it is really hard to believe that Janet's dead. And I am pretty sure Janet is still alive; she is awake at dead of midnights. I have seen her many times lurking the empty corridors, lying on her bed wearing a milk-white dress. And now I don't understand why Glory has given bed no.27 to Ann. It is in our room, and that is the creepy bed of Janet. Despite all the protest, I made Glory still doesn't believe that Janet still haunts that bed, the room itself. Thinking like this, my thoughts floated over to many other happy things.
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