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Caroling has been a tradition for years, so it’s really no surprise when you hear a soft chorus from outside. What is a surprise is the fact that it’s three in the morning, and the moment they start singing you feel a chill in the air. It’s a song you’ve heard a hundred times before, but something about this version makes you go cold. If you move to the window, you will find no carolers, but the song is loud enough that you know you should be able to see them. They sing one song, and then there is silence. An eerie chill lingers, and your dreams are haunted by strange voices. You’ll probably never be able to hear that song again without feeling a chill.
“WHOMST WAS RAPPING, TAP, TAP, TAPPING ON MY DOOR?” Dorian yelled from the couch, thinking himself witty for the butchering of Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Raven’. He didn’t know the poem, but that line he did know and he liked to use it when the opportunity provided itself. Mostly because it made him feel smart. Not that it actually did anything for him. Tonight was no exception. The knock on his dorr drew him up with a smile, wondering who could come at the late hour and without notice. He sort of hoped it was the old lady down the road who gave out chocolate cookies every year, he liked her.
But as Dorian reached the door, he found himself looking at… nothing. Not a soul. Nary a single living being at his doorway. However, a song, haunting melody and traditional lyrics ghosted in his ears. A haunting refrain, the was cheerful in words, but not in tone. He swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth, eye flickering down and up the street in an effort to see the source of this musical interruption. It also occurred to Dorian that it was not a good time for Christmas carolers. In fact, looking at the clock on his phone, it was three in the morning. Sure, he might have had a terrible sleeping schedule due to stealing star seeds at the senshi of Abyss, but, most decent folk would be in bed right about now. His mind blanked on thinking of reasons why people would be up and out singing at this god forsaken hour, much less singing in such an eerie manner. It was not going to get them cash monies or canned food for some local charity.
In fact- his eyes scanned the yard, sidewalk, and even the street. Not a soul was out so where in gods green earth was that singing coming from? Narrowing his eyes in an angry glare at the empty area, Dorian retreated back inside. Perhaps this was the work of a youma? He’d like to think that a youma would leave him alone given his corrupt nature and loyalty to the cause but, youma were brainless monsters in the end after all. You couldn’t trust them to avoid any particular person. In fact it would have probably have sent them right to said person. Youma were not very good at taking no for an answer and ‘don’t do the thing’ as an order.
Rummaging through his pantry, Dorian eventually found two cans of vegitables, and one can of pumpkin pie mix that was expired due to having been in the back for over a year, (he guessed it was still good. Canned things often were). Maybe, if he left cans on his front porch, the whatever it was singing would become placated and stop and leave him alone. A deep breath, he opened the door and still, no one was around yet the song went on.
Cans left, he heard the song fade, and with it, he felt that he’d not forget it any time soon.
