The very nature of life and death is transitory, every man or woman must face their own mortality at every moment of their life and no one is given the respite to avoid their inevitable and final destiny. What I saw on that fateful night, however, challenged my very framework for believing in such concepts. Because in fact life and death barely seemed relevant to the situation at hand, or if indeed they were they were nothing more than a perversion of the natural and divine laws that otherwise governed the existence we all share on this planet. It was definitely not of this world, or at least not anymore, although in many ways it seemed like it once might have been. It was around two in the morning on April 14th when I was returning home from the local police. bar. The company had been particularly poor that night, few people were present and those that were there were the same dour faces that were always seen wallowing in the darkness from whatever wasted life they had once led and from which they were now facing the winter years. Regardless of the disappointment of the outing, I had tried to drink until closing time. I had been at the whiskey that evening and was uncertain about the nature of the time until the middle-aged, balding bartender informed me of the late hour and tossed me into the bar. the fresh and relaxing air of spring. If he had simply locked me up that night, perhaps events might have been different but, alas, he had decided to snap me out of my stupor. I had stumbled up the hill towards where my house was. Stumbling from time to time and careening from side to side like only a man possessed by spirits found at the bottom of a bottle can perhaps manage to climb that long asphalt road that wound up to the top of the hill. I didn't see a soul as I walked... middle of paper... young woman with pure white skin, her eyes bleeding from the corners with the black hair I had seen before matted and tangled in her face, her mouth twisted in a silent and terrifying scream. The TckTckTckTckTck noise still came from the open mouth. I hastily fell out of the window and closed the curtains behind me. For most of the night I didn't even sleep lightly. instead I huddled in the center of the room with my head in my hands, listening to the bone-chilling sound of TckTckTckTck ringing just outside my window. I must have passed out before dawn because when I woke up I found myself alone in the room and the sound outside the window was gone. So if you find yourself wandering among streetlights on a dark spring morning, be the flight of feet and the sound of purpose if you ever hear the constant sound of TckTckTck.