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Marshall woke up in a cold sweat suddenly but he couldn't move. He wasn't totally awake but he wasn't asleep either. He lay there willing himself to wake fully so he could move. If he moved maybe he wouldn't fall asleep again and back into the awful dream he was having.
A dream of his home and his neighborhood but something was terribly wrong. He had an eerie sense no one was really out there but there was at the same time. The music he kept hearing made him think it was true that there really were other people besides himself.
It was cloudy but not like a storm but something else something in the sky that was more like smoke and dust. What caused him to wake up was when the music suddenly stopped. Not just he music mind you but any noise at all. No wind no birds nothing.
Then he heard someone or something call his name. It didn't sound of this earth at all the voice sounded demonic in some way. Marshall was terrified to go back to sleep not knowing what was going on in that world or who or what had called his name. In the dream he felt no one was around but as he lay there in his bed soaked in sweat and unable to move he had a gut wrenching feeling he was not alone at all. Even though he should have been. He would have screamed if he could but he could only scream in his head.
The time was 3:30 am when he woke. At 3:31 there was a blood curdling scream heard throughout his neighborhood. 911 calls were made by those who were awake to hear it. Worrying someone was hurt or in danger. The police never found anything wrong when they responded to the calls especially since no one knew what house it came from. Little did the police know that everyone did hear the scream those who were asleep woke from it. Some fell right back to sleep the rest couldn't go back to sleep again.
That night at 3:31 am was the last time anyone heard from Marshall. He was never seen again. When his family reported him missing when they returned from a trip out of town for the night the police looked everywhere for signs of the 17-year-old but all that found was one drop of blood. A drop of blood about the size of a pencil eraser.
For the following week at the same time everyday 3:31 am that same blood cuddling scream was heard throughout the neighborhood. On the 7th night it stopped no one heard it again except once a year on the same night at the exact same time.