SCREAMER from memoriam by GEHENNA WORLD
RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS
IT'S COMING
JANET TRIPS AND FALLS ON A LONG, GNARLED ROOT PROBING THE FOREST FLOOR
IT'S COMING
JANET LETS OUT A STRANGLED CRY
IT'S COMING
SHE FORCES HERSELF BACK TO HER FEET BUT IT MIGHT BE TOO LATE...IT HAD TO HAVE HEARD HER SCREAM
IT'S COMING
SHE SEES THE BREAK IN THE TREES...HER BACKYARD IS JUST TENS OF METERS AWAY
IT'S COMING
SHE PUSHES FORTH FROM THE TREELINE, COLLAPSING INTO HER BACKYARD'S CONCRETE FIXTURE, LACKING THE ENERGY TO PULL HERSELF FORWARDS TO HER GLASS DOOR, LOSING CONSCIOUSNESS FROM THE OVER-EXERTION OF HER ESCAPE...HER HEAD SWELLS AND BLEEDS WITH A GASH TORN STRAIGHT ACROSS HER FOREHEAD. BLOOD IS FLOWING OUT OF HER HEAD LIKE WATER FROM A FOUNTAIN
NOTHING COMES OUT FROM WITHIN THE TREES
