A girl in a dainty white dress sitting on a swing whistled. The rusted chains holding up the seat squealed and threatened to rip from the rotted wood.
♫Hm-hm-hm. Hm-hm-hm!♫
The girl kicked her feet back and forth, her long blue hair swaying in the breeze.
Her voice was shrill, high-pitched, and damning.
♫Pray the demons go away♫
♫Go away. Go Away♫
♫Pray the demons go away♫
♫If they don't. That's okay♫
♫Hm-hm-hm. Hm-hm-hmm!♫
♫Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm!♫
As she sang, the wind quieted down.
The girl closed her eyes and rocked her head.
She continued to kick, a bit of her feet scraping the ash below her, staining her unblemished skin.
♫Pray the demons go away.♫
♫Go away. Go Away♫
When she opened her eyes, the girl looked at something inexplicably far away, yet suffocatingly near.
Her eyes began to blacken and melt as she stared at it.
The wind returned and began raging.
♫Pray the de-mons go away♫
The girl's skin grew flaky as it peeled off.
Her voice broke.
♫Go. Away.♫
