THERE WAS A BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAM, SHRILL, ALMOST DEAFENING TO THE EAR. THE SCREAM, I ASSUMED IN MY THEN DISHEVELED STATE OF MIND, WAS THAT OF A FEMALE. I COULD DISTINCTLY MAKE OUT THE PANG OF DREAD AND DISMAY IT HARBORED. THE VOICE WAS EXCRUCIATINGLY FAMILIAR. THERE WAS SOMETHING MELANCHOLIC ABOUT IT WITH A HINT ON VENGEFULNESS.
THE INTENSITY OF THE SCREAM OCCUPIED MY MIND AND IT TOOK ME A GOOD FEW SECONDS TO VAGUELY DISCERN MY SURROUNDINGS WHEREUPON I FELT THE FAMILIAR WARMTH OF MY BED .
THE SCREAM CONTINUED FOR WHAT FELT LIKE HOURS, YET WERE ONLY A FEW MINUTES, CONSISTENT IN ITS INTENSITY.
FOR A MOMENT I FELT PARALYZED, UNABLE TO CONJURE UP MY THOUGHTS. LAYING THERE ON MY BED, I DEBATED WHETHER TO GET UP OR STAY WHERE I WAS. THE LATTER WON. BUT FOR HOW LONG? MY THROAT WAS PARCHED. I CLUTCHED THE SHEETS TIGHT. THE ROOM WAS SWELTERING AND I WAS PERSPIRING FURIOUSLY. MY CLOTHES WERE DRENCHED IN MY SWEAT AND FELT CONSTRICTING AGAINST MY MUSCLES. I COULDN'T RESIST THE VOICE.
SHOULD I JUST LAY THERE, ON BED? NO, I MUST TO GET UP. AFTER ALL, MY ENTIRE LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT. I HAD TO DO SOMETHING.
MY EARS WERE STARTING TO HURT FROM THE EAR-PIERCING NOISE. I HAD TO GET UP. MY EYELIDS FELT HEAVY AND MY BODY WAS TRYING TO RESIST EVERY MOTION I MADE. FINALLY, I HAD TO GIVE UP.
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Scream
HumorWhat happens when you are woken up to a blood-curdling scream? An enthralling and suspenseful short story, proMiSed to keep you hooked till the end. Believe me, the end is not going to be something you were expecting. ...
