The Melody of Agony
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- Do you ever recall those ghoul stories you were told by your parents when you were young? There's one story that my mom told me that makes me hold a small pocket of hatred for her. It gave me nightmares for a few straight days making a restful sleep almost impossible, but not sleeping is what made it the most terrifying. I don't think any child has experienced the fear I had felt on those nights. The only reason I recall this old story is because something very strange happened not long ago something that just led me to remembering the one thing I feared.
- At the peak of the night a song could be heard its sad and eerie lyrics were easy to understand. A young women would lay outside your window sometimes in a tree maybe even a fire escape. Half of her face was her normal skin, many say that she was beautiful at first look.Then the next side of her face was mask that frowned, its colors were uneven and layered, but there was reason for it. As you stared at her, her face would be distorted, that flawless skin you once saw, was now rotting flesh. It started to look much like, her one sided mask, it was the only thing not effect by the decaying.The mask was made of dried skin from numerous, children and adults, some how it never fell apart. It made my stomach cringe at the thought of it, each piece of skin on her mask told a different story. Who were these people that she killed, why would she do it? The song she sung explained why, it had lyrics that you wouldn't want to remember, it went something like this, "The side of my face...that rots.. it leaves a tear on my cheek...no one will listen to…my dear...cries ..I would just take from what dies.. something that was left alone in the darkness never to be cared...they always ask what do you feel...what can I say as my face slowly peels?" She held a black rose in her hand as she sung the soft melody. Her voice was something you couldn't hide from no matter how long or what you used to cover your ears. You could do anything to your ears, but what you wouldn't notice is that the tune was playing in your mind. Once the moon has risen the next day, your eyes wouldn't close, no matter how hard you tried to fall asleep once you heard it you would stay with it , that goddamn song would float in your head, eating you alive. No matter how many times you tell someone that she’s out to get you or that you are scared, they would just say it's ok it's only the wind, If you cried or screamed the song would get louder and louder until you couldn’t hear anything anymore and your ears become useless. Everyday and night your eyes would stay open longer until you started gouging them out from the burning sensation your eyes were giving you. If the huge amount of pain and blood loss didn't make your heart stop right at the moment your own death would now be at your own hands, usually from a noose or, jumping from heights.
- The worst part is yet to come, right after your last breathe the young women would stand over you, slowly pressing her nail into your one side of your forehead. She would then peel half of your face off, the skin wouldn’t be wasted she stuck that piece onto her one sided mask. No one really knows why she does that, but many people believe that she is already dead, therefore one side of her face was decaying and she would something to replace it with. Right after she was done with what she came for, she would jump right out your window never to be seen again. The victims family or friends would find two things left behind the decaying corpse with part of its face peeled off and a black rose. The police tried their best to find out what was the cause of the persons death, they never came close to finding the truth about it.
- I only recall this story because, I heard someone singing the lyrics when I was at the park. In fact, the girl who was singing it, from what I saw of her she looked a lot like the young women from that old tale, but she was much younger perhaps in the 10 to 12 age range. She sat on the ground with her long black dress covering her legs and her black hair that flowed in the breeze. I only could see one side of her face, but I wanted to see more I slowly approached her with caution. I tapped her shoulder, she ignored me then, I thought it’s better if I leave her alone. I walked down the stone path to the parks parking lot, the presence of some ones eyes being fixed on me was strong. I turned around only to find the girl staring at me from the spot she sat at. The other side of the girls face was now revealed nothing was strange about it except the pieces of skin that were decaying on one side of her face. I ran as fast as I could to my car, in the minute of turning it on I calmed down to the relieving sound of the car engine working. I drove home and locked all the door, I laid on the couch trying to sleep remembering another part of the story my mom told me, the only time she could not get you was in your sleep. I was happy to know that I could accomplish my only defense against her.
- I woke up at exactly 8:03pm, my body was filled with a trembling sensation caused by fear. My greatest fear sat in the chair closest to the open window, I now realized my stupidity is going to kill me I forgot to lock the windows. I was in a state of panic the only thing I could do was stay still and stare, all my thoughts had been erased and I was waiting for something to pop in my head, something that can save me, but still all I could do was stare. A breeze combed through her long black hair she raised the arm that was holding the black rose, she seemed sad and hopeless it was like she didn’t want to do what she always does in tales told about her. I knew she was going to sing eventually so, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep before she could, I was too late. She started to sing her eerie tune her expression changed into happiness, not the average type of happiness, but the one that a sadistic psychopath would have. I ran out of the house thinking that I could save myself, no matter what I did just like in the tale the song wouldn't stop. There is only one last thing I wanted and needed to do, write what you are reading right now before the insanity strikes. The melody is getting stronger by minute, I realize there is no way out and this is my final goal. Beware the late night melody the song that is sung by the darkest weapon there is, she is fear itself, death itself and the one who will turn your promises into lies.
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