Comments about Sunny Sarraf
The Hills Have Eyes
I am on my bed and I hear a sound.
It has come from far, maybe from the ground.
I sit up—scared- thinking what to do.
It is cold, but I climb down and put on my shoe.
I open the door and climb down the stairs.
I hear the windows rattle, it scares my all layers.
My moment stops, my heart beats rapidly.
Though I am coward, I want to know the reality.
I hear the sound again, I have decided to find the source.
My body is sweating, sweat oozing out from all my pores.
Everything is quiet again, now it's just my feet banging the wooden floor.
Something catch ...