Screaming Sirens [a siren head story]

The Davies

Shawn has officially lost it. I don't know what else I can do. He's obsessed.

"See, see! Look how realistic it is! Trevor Henderson couldn't have just imagined this thing" scrolling through youtube and other social media, my big brother was determined to be right

"Shawn... I know it's cool but c'mon, if it was real we would've seen it by now if it's 40 feet tall"

I'd frankly had enough of my brother's crap. For the past three weeks all he's been talking about is Siren Head.

First it was Long Horse... Then it was Big Charlie, then Little Nugget, A friendly visitor, Bellringer, Sewing dummy, Clockwise Jack, Cartoon Dog... Shawn has a major "bro-crush" on Trevor Henderson and is absolutely addicted to his scary stuff.

"Erica look! Something is weird about this photo" he said as he sat upon his bed, holding up his laptop screen to show me an image of Siren Head in the woods near a house. I looked over to him from my side of the room and growled a little

"Please... just stop... this is redicu-" and then I saw it.

The photo shown on his laptop filled my body will chills and cold sweats

"Th-that... That can't be" I stuttered

"You don't think it's-"

"No! No of course not Shawn that's impossible"

"But, E. It looks exactly like-"

"It's probably just a coincidence!"

"That's one hell of a coincidence Erica... I mean-"

"No! It has to be... That's all it is"

"Erica-"

"It's probably not even- l-like maybe we are seeing things... I mean that's-"

"ERICA"

I snapped out of my frazzled rambling and looked into my brother's eyes. His usually peaceful green orbs were filled with fear and realisation

"Erica... That's our house"

Suddenly without warning the power went out in the house.

Then the nuke alarms started.

Only... There was no nukes.