Scarecrow Halloween

Night. Nobody's home. She finished her cup of green tea and went to bed. Today was a very hard day. She was tired. Lazily off his slippers, she collapsed on bed.

Window was open and walked around the room a light breeze. Stars were visible, but insidiously round moon lit silhouettes, throwing frightening shadows. For some time she had watched the curtains that the wind was blowing gently. Eyes slowly closed. Sleep beckoned her. Warm thoughts warmed helping her fall asleep faster. There was a sharp creak. What's this? Likely draft. Not paying attention to it, she continued to plunge into the world of warm memories and relaxing sleep.

From the kitchen came the ringing crashed dishes:

- You will die. You have to die today - a hoarse voice whispered.

Who's there? - She abruptly opened her eyes.

Scarecrow Halloween

-Do you hear? You will die! I said so. You will die! - Voice kept repeating. He called horror. It was hardly something earthly. Neither the human body was not able to utter so hoarse and at the same time, loudly and clearly.

Who's there? Come on! - Outright frightened girl.

-Die, Die ... - whispered voice.

Fear gripped her. In a panic, she tried to find my phone, but to no avail. She was afraid to leave the room.

-Die ... - heard around.

She huddled in a corner. Pulse seemed to pierce the head, heart - stop the frenzied rhythm. Other voices began to be heard:

-Remember ... you die ... Today ... Soon ... Wait ... - they heard chaotic little legibly.

Sitting in the corner, she could not bring herself to move. Fear gripped her. Hands shaking convulsively. Brain ceased to think adequately. It echoed a thousand times displayed the words "Die, die." Banged pane. Looks like the wind raged in earnest.

No, do not! Please! - She moaned,-Don't!

-It has to be. Today.

Halloween Witch

She began to hit the wall in the hope to wake the neighbors, but to no avail. She tried to get up but fell again. Wheeze increased. "I can not wait to die, thought-girl - would quickly it ended."

Beginning to turn gray. Morning slowly discolors the moon. Exhausted, she tried to get up. Definitely heard a voice from the kitchen. She gathered his last strength to look death in the eye. Leaning on the wall, she slowly moved to the kitchen. Voice grew fiercer and legible. She lost consciousness and immediately regained consciousness, fell and rose. Opened the door and saw ... not off the telly with some cheap program about Halloween.

In-fucked! - She thought, and fell to sleep =)