I woke up to a great morning.
The same dream, the same day life. The same creepy hooded figure sitting beside my bed singing the same song. It still freaks me out a little, but I've kinda gotten used to it.
I mean, until someone started humming it.
From across the street.
In the middle of the day.
Everything was going normally in that day; I made it to work on time, didn't have anything interesting happen, and then I hear this.
My whole body froze. It felt like time was slowing down as I looked across the street to see no one. Literally everyone was gone from that side of the street, whoch is more than unusual in such a busy city. I looked around to see if anyone else had heard it, but everyone was gone here too.
I turn back to the street across from me, looking for answers, when it molds into a dence forest tree-line. The trees were so tall it was like they we trying to catch the sun in it's branches. The undergrowth made me thing no one has touched it for hundreds of years. The dark greens and browns of the undergrowth signalled me that it would be treaturous to walk through.
I hear it again, a hum that sounds like it's coming from right behind me, and I feel breathing down my neck. I whirl, putting my hand to the spot I felt breath. All I see are the burnt remaons of what looks like a town. In the center there's a huge smoldering pile. I take half a step towards it and am overpowered by the smell of burning flesh and hair.
I gag, trying to keep myself from vomiting.
Taking light breathes, I start walking to the remains, curious of what I might find.
My heart is pounding as I stop in front of a house, not of my own will, but because it feels like someone is holding me here with a hand on my chest.
I struggle to remember how to breathe as the erry silence creeps farther into my mind, pulsating with my heartbeat.
Just as I'm relaxing the slightest, I hear a rusle in the bushes behind me.
I whirl at light speed to see a drak figure moving behind the bushline.
I tence up, unanble to move.
