| Something was screaming outside. Banging on the windows and begging to be let in. I curled into a tighter ball on my carpet floor and covered my ears. Make it stop. Make it stop. Sharp nails scratched on the glass and something shrieked. What if it gets in? I curled tighter and buried my face into the carpet, closing my eyes and hoping that it would go away. The screaming got louder, turning into words and squeals. I started to cry. Go away. Go away please. Harder, solid fists beat on the window and I heard the audible crack of glass. No! Stop it! I cried harder into the carpet, mouthing the dampness as I whispered to myself. Go away. Make it stop. Please! I groped my hand out onto the floor, pressing my ear against the carpet in place of my hand. The screaming begin to make my ears bleed and I started to cry harder. Stop. My fingers touched something cold and I looked up, pulling my other hand from the side of my face, blood smeared between my fingers. The light caught the blade. The screaming grew louder. Why wouldn't it stop?! I pulled the dirty knife towards me, pulling mysef up onto my knees. The nails stopped dragging on the pane...and started to click impatiently instead. Click. Click. Clickclick. I felt the blood slide down the side of my neck and I wiped it away. Sniffling as my tears begin to slow. Click. The screaming stopped, replaced with heavy breathing and soft gasps. Bang! I jumped and closed my eyes again. Clickclickclick. "STOP IT!" A gasp. An inhalation of phlegm. A wet giggle. Click. And then it happened in fast motion, one more bang and the glass shattered and I screamed and dragged the blade against my arm, over and over. Over. And over. I switched arms. Crying as the pain burned the insides of my veins. Over. And over. Deeper and over and over and deeper. I couldn't breathe. I felt soaked. I gasped. It laughed. I stretched out my arms, rubbing them against the carpet, what had once been so soft now so rough and terrible. I moaned. It inhaled. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead in the blood soaked carpet. Breathe in. Out. Oh God. I can't breathe in again. It laughed and climbed back out the window, it's nails dragging and clicking. Click. And it left me here, finally, it's gone. Now I'll have some piece and quiet. As it finds another victim to drive to the brink, And over the edge And down into the ground. To Hell. The End |
| The Screaming Thing Outside |