Listen

He had inched closer
To the radio in his bedroom
White noise was blaring
But it had a monotonous ring

It was a soft, light hissing
Of words in another tongue
But he understood every vowel
Every consonant of the slithering

Sentences that grabbed his neck
And held on tightly 'til his eyes went black
Water began to drip from the speakers
Somehow enticing him

A bath had formed around the boy
He was on his hands and knees
In a trance by the whispers
That penetrated his mind

The boy stood on command
By the glass-shattering stereo
And he stared without purpose
At its immoveable plastic shell

The water then stood before him
Extending its wet core into arms and legs
Until it was what one may call human, but strangely that
It's body had absolutely no fat

It's thin fingers grew out into freakishly long
Fingernails while it's head gradually grew black hair
The eyes, deeper than the ocean, shined with a darkness
Which was surrounded thickly with more black.

It's teeth grew sharp and rotten
Along with it's forked black tongue
Which still sang the white noise of the radio
And it's skin was almost translucent in it's whiteness

It stared at the boy, eyes and mouth open wide
And a sinister, sinister, lick of the lips
It stepped closer to the boy, dripping water
And it screamed

It was a paralyzing shriek
Louder than any white noise lighting the background
Shaking the room it screamed
"Listen."