Snap. Crack
Through the window a tree falls
And there’s a horrible scraping
From inside the walls
.
There’s a thud at the door
A looming shadow mocks
I crouch down and creep along
To ensure the house is locked
.
I see my neighbour rigid
One hand in the air
Torn paper is pinned
Just below her long hair
.
Her eyes roll back
Blood drips from the note
The howling wind picks up
As she clears her throat
.
“Sweet, young child
So meek and mild
You’ve stayed a long while
Now it’s time for exile”
.
“I have heard from your kind before
This is not the first time
But I am still here
And everything is fine”
.
“Don’t be so naïve
We are gaining in power
You see what you believe
Waiting for the hour”
.
She falls to the ground
Vacant eyes, skin so grey
Sheila! Sheila!
Please, tell me you’re ok..
.
Just then I hear my name
Pulling me out of this scene
Maybe it’s my new diet
Causing these bad dreams
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