Singing lady, perched by my window, every single night. Sounds so eerie at 2am, it does give me a fright.
My blinds closed tight and I’m too scared to look outside. So I pull my covers over me and I try to hide.
Louder, closer, she almost seems to be inside. Curiosity takes over as I hear her moaning, cries.
I peek over the bedsheets, see her dancing in the light. Clutching to my covers, wishing to stay alive.
Louder still the cries now screeches, like a warning sign. I think she’s trying to warn me that I’m close to ending life?
Suddenly silence, from her there are no more cries. Instead I sob uncontrollably, with tired, frightened eyes.