Banshee (246 hits)
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Submitted by Manda (View user info) at 2006-11-03 20:47:16 EST
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She is on the roof.
I close my eyes tightly and will the woman to go away. I can hear the gentle, tentative footsteps followed by the sound of old shingles crumbling in her wake.
She pauses. In my mind I can hear her breathing—soft, raspy, sinister. The roof above me creaks as she kneels.
Then the scratching starts. Softly at first.
Scritch scritch scritch.
A piece of shingle tumbles down the slanted roof.
She becomes more insistent, digging into the eroding rooftop with her fingernails.
I was arriving home from a stay in the cold, sterile hospital when I caught a glimpse of her standing at the edge of the forest surrounding my house. She was thin, almost sickly so. Her hair was mangy and dark in contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes were sunken, dark brown with a glint of wickedness. She was wearing nondescript attire of a dark color. When I called out to her, she turned and ran barefoot into the brush.
She waits in the forest until night falls and the house is dark and the gentle sighing of the wind that rustles the leaves of the old oak tree outside of my window begins to lull me to sleep. She creeps from the forest and rattles the locked doorknobs of my house. Finding no entry there, she climbs onto the roof and begins her nocturnal endeavor.
She is pawing frantically at the tar now.
Suddenly, a mournful cry cuts into the silence of the night. Her resounding howl sends a shiver down my spine and a tremor of terror deep into my soul.
It is the banshee's wail.
She is coming for me.
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-05 12:21:59 EDT (#)
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