TALK ON

The dangling chandelier keeps the creaky noises, leaves the fluorescent reflection unstable, while she struggles through the narrow opening of the window.  The jagged edges of the ancient louvres cut through her skin before thick blood gushes out. Her dull blonde hair momentarily holds on to the metal nails, causing further laceration to her skin.  The unsettling bellows of the owls leaves even the night feeling uncomfortable as terror heightens.  She breathes slowly in scanty seconds because she's trying to stay quiet but the masked figure grabs her from behind, drags her through the razor of the unfinished opened tile floor while her smooth skin releases it essence to a wasteful end.  A harrowing hell journey from the living room to the kitchen were the masked figure finally retrieves a table knife and stabs her multiple times in the throat, however the more she tries to scream for help, her life force rapidly drifts from her chest.  Summoning with last breath...