Somewhere in the distance, you hear a Mariah Carey. Check the doors again. Locked. Good. Safe.
Louder. Closer. Maybe the neighbors? Blinds closed already. Won’t see movement through the windows. Wait! Lights. Turn them off? Risky. It could see the change. Sounds like it’s at the end of the street. Risky. Still may be time. Risk it? Don’t?
Crashing noise. The “song” rises to a frenzied pitch. Screams. Not yours. Quick! While it’s busy. Lights off. Safer. Safe enough?
Closer now. “Song”. Disgusting mockery of humanity, cheer. Clawing at the edges of your sanity.
Sudden quiet. Blessed silence. Over? No. Muffled crunch of “footsteps” in snow. Close enough to hear. Safe enough?
A thump. Against a door. Your door? No. Close.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas…
Scratching. Nails against glass. Not your window. Safe enough?
This is all I’m asking for…
Sudden cachophony. What did it do? No. Inside. It’s here. But no. Outside. Continues.“Song”. More noise. Here! Inside!
A duet! Not safe enough.
Shia Labouef is Hunting You as well.
WTF did I just read?
We were warned, but it’s too late now.
Sometimes I do wonder if end-stage cancer might be easier than the manageable but financially devastating cancer that I have.
I do wonder sometimes if I have early stage cancer that hasn’t been diagnosed yet
It’s worth it to get checked regularly. I didn’t realize things like night sweats and the back of my neck being hot all the time and depression were symptoms of the cancer.
Everyone wonders and most of us will be right at some point.
