If ever I didn’t take the pills, however, the dreams came back, even more frighteningly...The dreams, the night terrors, always with me spitting blo...dy teeth from my mouth, crawling on my belly, sometimes through swarms of cockroaches scurrying about the floor. And those men, their sounds, shrieks, shrill voices, their banging, clanking on the doors. The headless man at the end of the hallway, the man in the hallway sometimes stabbing and slashing and churning the butcher knife inside his open. These were the most beautiful yellow colour I had even seen, you could feel yourself being drawn into them. And they were nearly 30 feel tall so each one was housed in its own securely locked greenhouse. After a year of begging my manager I finally got put on the sunflower project. My job was to monitor one of the flowers overnight. I was so excited, and so was everyone. They said they couldn't wait to see how I got on.I reported to my assigned greenhouse at midnight on the dot and was let in. Not for long though, I have too little to keep me occupied. **** I’m a creative writing student. I’m the kooky chick. I don’t like my school, or this town. I came here to get away. At a sufficient distance my parents won’t bother to nose around. The electronic tether isn’t too tight: texting is an alien concept to mom, let alone the language of it. As for my father, to him language itself is an alien concept. I have money to blow. I’m not ashamed of it. Not obscenely rich, but I can be. Today i reached home after 3 weeks and dad is busy in his work so he is on his business tour so its me and mom alone at home. When i reached home mom was looking bit tensed so i asked her what happened then she told me that she is bored at home and she has nothing to do alone at home then i asked her to make trip to shimlaThen we asked dad for permission and he allowed us then next day we leave for shimla by car and i booked only 1 room to try on her again then we reached shimla and we did.