The Day The Music Killed: Difference between revisions

I woke up after a few hours and decided to turn on the TV to maybe give myself a small distraction. The television turned on to the news, and I dropped the remote. The news anchors were sitting, staring at the screen, and singing. It seemed that once my TV was on, they began to sing louder and the evil in their contorted grins seemed to intensify. Their eyes followed me as I moved. Then, they showed my house, with people surrounding it, and that awful song emanating from their horde. I shut off the TV and heard windows shatter upstairs. I heard thumping footsteps make their way to the top basement door. I heard axes splitting the wood and finally the door giving way. As I heard them make their way to the bottom door, I was surprisingly calm. I began to hum, and then to sing. The smashing of the door began, but I wasn't scared. I already had the barrel of my gun in my mouth before I realized what song I was singing.

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