Meet the Possessed. You have met one of my stalkers in my previous entry and today, meet the possessed.
One dark and quiet night, my apartment was possessed with sounds. A young male voice was wailing, crying, and there was banging on the walls. Someone was screaming to be let out. It sounded like someone was possessed or obsessed with something … in the middle of the night and early dawn hours.
The boy next door is around 8 years old. He used to shift furniture around his apartment in the daytime. Now he’s into the graveyard shift. He shifts furniture, bangs walls, runs with thundering footsteps and wails the banshee war cry.
Its that bad. They need professional help.
This was the boy his mother wanted to introduce as a playmate to every little girl and boy in the block. Now I know why they keep their apartment windows all shut up. The banshee can’t fly out the window if there’s glass hindering him. Or can he?