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In my agony i realize that i cannot sleep. A sudden chill crawls up my arm and sinks it’s teeth into my heart. The heinous sound surrounds me, reverberating around my room. Even scratching chalkboard would be a alluring symphony compared to this never ending transmission that consumes my soul.
I peer into my closet and sense the dark void it connects to. As the white and grey skeletons stick their heads out and calmly indicate that the source of the sound is not there. I turn my attention to my window. The screeching does not change in volume and the once gorgeous night shows no light.
The moon erased from existence, the thick fog that now surrounds my vision corrupts my senses. It constricts me , creating endless blurs, then the sound grows in strength. I close my window and other chill goes down my spine. A silhouette now lays on my bed , dents appear on the blanket.
As i focus and marvel at this unnatural phenomenon it slowly breathes. I lean toward this figure that intrudes my eden and the screeching grows with intensity. The source then forms behind me. The demon that lays on my bed takes a final deep breath and exhales. My face appears on that silhouette on my bed, exhausted of air. The sound surrounds me grabs my soul and pulls it into the All.