In the still of the night her sudden chilling screams bounce from wall to wall, off the road surface, through brush and trees, around every corner. “Help me! Help me!”
But nowhere is there the slightest movement from any of the houses she runs past. With arms flailing she desperately tries to get attention, knocking on windows and doors. Only now and then is there just the slight slip of a shadow behind a curtain.
Her pursuer catches up with her and brutally grabs her hair, forcing her back to their house, all the while screaming for help.
He keeps telling her he will do to her what his dad did to his mother when she disobeyed him, just much worse!
Then the sudden black deadly silence. Her funeral was that Wednesday morning. Most of the absent, unresponsive neighbours attended, all with sad faces.
How cold and distant our society has become, frozen in the face of fear, our souls beaten to a pulp by the constant crime.
Emmy Holliday,
Somerset West
