In Greek and Roman mythology, sirens were half-bird, half-woman creatures that lured sailors to their deaths with their enchanting songs.
(Warnings for mentioning of death.)
Beware the ocean waves crashing into the shoreline.
Beware the dark water you can't see the bottom of.
Beware the wind carrying singing over the water
Or else you'll be met with nothing but a watery death at the webbed claws of a siren.
It started with a song that rolled over the shores and captivated the minds of the local fishermen, dragging them down under the waves and sending a strike of shock and fear throughout the entirety of the small fishing community you lived in.
Then it was a few people that wondered near the shoreline. The woman collecting seashells to sell in her small store. A few children building sand castles. A man just fishing off the docks. All were entranced to go into the water and were never seen again. So people had learnt to stop going near the ocean and fishermen took their businesses to far off rivers and lakes. Every traveler was warned to be wary of the beach especially at nighttime.
Now you were a different case.
Because you didn't go to the ocean, the ocean came to you.
Even as night transversed above in the sky allowing the upcoming darkness to cloak the sun.
It's not often a person would see a beautiful beach. That was a privilege as eyes gazed out at the mournful sea. Gliding along in rows where it kissed the sand, it looked so peaceful in its dark blue colorful hue. The golden last rays was a gift delivered to the beholders by Angels and winds so sweetly staining the skin like a lover's kiss. The horizon itself looked as if it was a golden river of gleaming gold sewing itself in between the canopy of the dark twilight where the first few stars appeared twinkling like diamonds connecting it to the deep blue of the calm ocean paradise. In the distance, lines of the golden orbs last rays of tapered light splayed out, flowing through the cracks in the clouds like heaven was the one sewing the twilight to the waters with golden thread as the waters danced with sparkles, reflections from the light but it looked as if the angels made an accident while sewing the two together, knocking some stars out of the sky and making them shimmer and shine on the Water's surface.
It was beautiful.
A violent rippling, rippling through the water like unholy blades through thin paper. A white ghost within the darkness rising amongst the dead and decayed ships and distorting the star covered water shining bright. It seemed as if even the great sun was scared of this beast as it hid behind the horizon and disappeared allowing night to cover it's unholy speed through the dark void and towards the above.
Large hands reached out to break the delicate waters' surface scattering the reflection of stars in it's dark blanket and sending a ripple effect around the body that slithered its way out of the water and parted sand as it slithered like a snake up the beach stalking it's prey, which in this case happened to be a small cottage settled half way between the beach and town. Up the sand and across the grass it slithered on dark blue scales. Up to a window where the inside glowed with warmth from a fire in the fireplace and lighting up the form of a figure.
A woman sat within a rocking chair rocking back and forth as her hands sew a blanket together her shadow dancing across the walls with each rock. Next to her was a small table which held a basket of yarn and a beautiful vase that was the purest of whites with hand painted flowers and blooming vines on its surface. Placed there as a gift of courtship left on her doorstep to which she graciously accepted and now the monster was here to claim the maiden.
The claws jingled and clawed at the front door until it predictably fell away allowing the creature access to the startled woman on the other side who all but shrieked out at the scaled monster in her home.
But one should know better than to expect your screams to detour a siren.
