On a dark night, two of my friends and I went to see our History teacher. He lived on the first floor of the building.

When we were climbing the stairs, out of nowhere, some British soldiers came and did not allow us to go through. But somehow we managed to give them the slip and went up.

Our teacher was tense and we had to leave. Having no other option to escape, we jumped from the balcony. Luckily, we fell on some bushes that broke our fall.

We silently made our way out of there only to be caught red-handed. My friends and I were carrying some chilli powder with us for safety and we threw it at the soldiers. We ran, but I tripped and fell.

Then I got up from the bed. It was all a dream!