It was a blank room There was nothing inside it Just strange kinda human beings Weirdest and horrible looking men There was something at the centre Exactly at the mid of room I was sitting on that My hairs were open and scattered I was looking down on floor And screaming like hell All people surrounded me Staring at me without any movement I looked everyone Trying to remember their faces But I remembered nothing It was a blank empty room With so much crowd around me Watching me getting mad And suddenly I woke up again I was seven or eight years old something I started to visit that place everyday Going there and watching same faces Same me with scattered hairs And than waking up again Every night, twice or thrice It was the place Of my worst nightmare The blank crowded room