The laundry room smelled of burnt matter. It's not usual, and it was at midnight. What's worse? The door to the emergency staircase was not closed. In fact, it was open by one inch. And the light was flickering inside.
Everything gave the 6th floor corridor an eerie feel, which made my hairs stand upright.
So I didn't even dare to stroll back to my room, which I always do.
I started running when I saw the flickering lights.
They'd better fix it before I get back to hostel tomorrow. If not I'll have a 'runny' night waiting for me tomorrow.