Dread

Rivulets of sweat streamed down his face

He was woken up by a noise

In the dead of the night

He sat upright on his bed

Clutching the sheet to his chest

He was praying fervently

When he heard the sound again

Mustering courage

He gingerly placed his feet on the floor

Picked the heavy vase from the night stand

And with accelerated heartbeats

Filled with untold dread

Stepped into the living room

There sprawled in the centre of the room

Was his sister crunching and munching

On a bag of chips!

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