The Song of Death; The Song of the End (story)

She glanced into the mirror as she past and stopped dead in her tracks. The mirror was black, pitch black and it was beginning to crack in the bottom corner. When she faced it square on, it burst and her hallway was filled with black ravens that didn’t have feathers, they had goo coming off of them and drenching her and the hall. She screamed and ran but when she came to the front door it was already open and looming there was a figure, a tall dark figure singing a low haunting song that sunk into her bones and slowed all movements down.

She fell to the floor, her back stuck to the tile from the black goo and she couldn’t go anywhere. Her vision of a white ceiling was being invaded by black, but it wasn’t shadows it was figures all in black cloaks leaning over her singing that song. She tried to scream once, but they cut her off by singing louder, she tried again but didn’t have much success. They grew tired of this game and cut off all white from her vision.

As the whole world grew black, her scream could be heard for miles. It was high and continuous, opposite of the song that begun the beat it stopped. Yet that song was heard around the world and  many screams of different pitch ensued.