The library was near to the bus depot. I reached the library, which was one storey building, the library had changed a lot, the metal doors and windows were replaced with polished woods. The library building was painted in dark blue, and it had gabled roofs. I entered the reception of the library, there were no people in there. At the reception, I saw a man in his middle-age, perhaps, it was a recognized face. I remember, he was the old staff in the library, his name was Mr. Avinash Kumar. We greeted each other, he was happy to see me after a long time, I told him about my history, and he was happy that, I have returned home. After a bit of talks, I said, "I must say, the sleepy town still harbours superstition, and there are a lot of folks out there. I thought everything has been improved since the time of Ramanujan era." Avinash exclaims, "Ah!! Yes, there are some out there. Ramanujan sir has done remarkable job here. I was at my native place for quiet long, and one year ago, I had been here." Then, I sat reading some wonderful books.

I was engrossed in book, that I never knew that it was evening. I looked at the watch, it was around fifteen minutes past seven. I bid goodbye to Avinash, and walked out of the library. I saw the birds chirping, returning to their homes, there was a few hustles and bustle, vehicle moving to and fro. People going to the malls, and restaurants, after a while, I reached my building. I decided to look at thirteenth floor, as I entered the elevator, and pressed the button for thirteenth floor. The elevator halted at thirteenth floor, and the door opens. The refuge area was scarcely lighted, I saw the plaques, hanging on the ceiling, which mentioned, "REFUGE AREA." The refuge area was large, and I could see half of our town through here. The light was blinking, there I saw few rooms, there were few abandoned apartments. I was quite surprised to look at the abandoned apartments out there, there was a huge amount of dust spread on the doors, while the floors were spick and span. I could feel some eerie presence here, but I pish-poshed it as my baseless imagination. I decided to return home, after having my dinner, I slept the sleep of the dead.

The next day, I decided to pay a visit to the thirteenth floor. I climbed down the stairs, and reached the thirteenth floor, and to my surprise, there were no dusty apartments in this floor. This was the shock of my life, I doubted my self-resolute, perhaps, as the lights in this floor were flickering, so perhaps, I must be imagining things. I uttered, "Lurid place." I stepped in the elevator, and went to my office. I was busy in accounting work, and my thoughts of floor number thirteen was dissevered. That night after my work, as I was stepping in the elevator, I thought to visit the infamous floor number thirteen. I walked through thirteenth floor, the lights were functioning, and it did not blink, as it did last night. I again looked at the dusty doors, staring at me. Our tower was built one year ago, so there were less people residing here, I stared at the door, and now I knew this floor do exist. A thin line of smile spread across my face; I was glad about finding this floor, but still I was sceptical as the floor is unused, and though we have enough refuge area, we still have an extra refuge area on thirteenth floor.