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Screaming BansheesThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Nathan Weaver | |
| Thursday, 20 March 2008 | |
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“They say they come when you die to take your soul away to another life. But, what if they just started coming without the precursor of death? What if they broke the rules?” “I think I’d pee my pants, Mike,” Grant spoke, giggling a little, “I’d urinate right down my leg.” “Grant, they’re here.” Grant chuckled loudly, “I don’t hear no screaming, dude.” “There will be.” Grant chuckled louder, but that soon stopped when he heard a screeching noise that hurt his ears, “What the—” Grant looked about, but then focused back on Mike and smiled, “Nice try, dude. Nice try.” “Sorry, Grant,” Mike said, “I did a bad thing.” The banshees crashed through the windows, they grabbed Grant and he struggled, Mike spoke to him as he pulled back into a huddled position, “Don’t fight it, man.” Grant screamed and kicked and punched and pushed and jumped and fell and it only got worse. They grabbed, their hands cutting flesh at the touch. Grant eventually fell to the ground, convulsing, shaking, shivering, cold from the loss of blood. The room was wet with red. Grant looked to Mike, pulling at a blanket on the seat next to him, he pulled it down on himself, “Help… help… it’s cold…” Mike, with tears in his eyes, repeated, “I did a bad thing, man.” “Dude,” those were his last words. The banshees grabbed him, this time without a fight and they pulled him through a window, his body catching on broken glass and ripping more flesh on the way out. The blanket fell to the floor, covered in Grant’s blood. Mike listened as the screams and the cracking of the whip faded out of earshot. He moved from his seat and into his bedroom, he slid under his blanket and cried, shivering and repeating, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Copyright 2008 Nathan Weaver |
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