The Screaming (standard:horror, 1775 words)
Author: the_walls	Added: Feb 10 2010	Views/Reads: 3315/2278	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
What would you do if the screaming never ended?

The Screaming 

Screaming. I can't sleep for all the screaming. I've been laying here
for two hours listening to her scream, non-stop. How can one single 
person continually holler, at the top of their lungs, for two fucking 
hours? 

My head is killing me. Every bit of her screaming sends daggers through
my brain. Hot searing metal jabbing into my brain pan, eradicating 
everything in its path. Sweat pouring down my face from the throbs and 
electric light pulses running through my head. 

I roll out of my bed, exhausted. Tired beyond all belief. My vision
blurry from the pain in my head this woman is causing me. I need not 
stand too quickly for fear of falling over. Black circle and flashes of 
blinding pink light assault my vision as I attempt to stand. 

I know there's got to be something I can do to stop this screaming. It's
three a.m.; this is absolutely ridiculous. I have to put an end to 
this. 

I throw on a pair of camo shorts and a ratty yellow t-shirt that were
laying on the floor by the foot of my bed. The same clothes I was 
wearing before I stripped myself down and climbed into bed at midnight. 
Walking out to the living room I can still hear her. She's got to be 
nuts. There're no words. Just screaming. Unintelligible gibberish. Like 
screams of pure frustration. The sounds of a child not getting what she 
wants. Who has no words to express that frustration, so she just opens 
her mouth and lets out all the anger she can muster. Spit flying, drool 
running down the sides of her red, swollen face. It would be funny if 
it weren't happening at three fucking a.m. 

“Where are my damn keys?” I wonder, before locating them on the counter
that seperates the living room from the kitchen. Grabbing them I headed 
for the front door, knowing there is only one way to put an end to 
this. I need to confront her and put an end to this insanity. 

I shut the door behind me and lock it. Amazingly the screaming isn't any
louder outside. But still, how can she continue like this? And how are 
the neighbors not out here with me complaining? I look around and see 
that there is no one else out here and all the lights of the apartments 
across the walkway are out. 

Even the old woman who lives across from my downstairs neighbors is
apparently asleep. That woman keeps odder hours than I do. How in hell 
can she sleep through this? 

What's my next step? Do I just knock on her door and ask her politely to
stop screaming? Seems like a stupid idea. I mean how rational a human 
being can she be to scream for hours on end? Then what if she opens the 
door and is screaming in my face that same howl? No knocking on her 
door isn't going to solve anything. 

The decision on my next step was clear, as I kicked in her front door
with my bare foot. Hurt like hell but I knew these dorrs were made of 
shit wood. I stepped through avoiding the sharp edged wood protruding 
from the doors frame. Noone was about in the living room. Where is she? 
I wondered. She's still screaming. I wonder if she even heard me come 
in. 

“Where the fuck are you?” I holler. No answer, just the screaming. I
stalk across the rug and enter the next room. I see her there now. 
She's on the floor. Cowering against the wall, in the corner between 
her night stand and a window. Her knees pulled tight against her chest. 
Her hands out, palms facing me, as if in surrender. She looks scared. 
Her mouth is shut, but she continues the screaming unabated. How is 
that even possible? 

The screams emanating from this woman are no louder than they were when
I was in my bed. Shouldn't they be louder now that I am in front of 
her? And how is she screaming with her mouth shut? 

It's obvious she's upset about something. There are tears running down
her face, fresh tears. I guess as you continually scream the tears flow 
like water. 


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