My Neighbor's Bell

At seven o' eight, my neighbor rings a bell
And then it's seven o' eight in the morning
I do not know what happens when my neighbor rings the bell
Except for that everything goes to hell

I know this because there's blood
Blood on my hands, blood on my walls
At seven o' eight, the bell calls
And I am it's puppet

Last night at seven o' eight my neighbor's bell rang
And then, like usual, it was seven o' eight again
And, like usual, blood on my hands, blood on my walls
But this time, there was a body

At first I was not sure if it was human
It was so disfigured, so lacerated
But I knew I had to hide it
And that no one could ever, ever, know

It wasn't seven o' eight this time, but an hour before
When the police came a knockin' at my door
And who was I to decline?
Maybe I did need to be kept away

And then it was seven o' eight, and seven o' eight again
No longer was I in my cell
But instead in my bed
It must have been a dream

Then I heard it on the news
The massacre at the station
And I knew then
That I couldn't let this go on

And so, gun in hand
I made my way to my neighbor's house
Shaking, oh so hard
And it was then that I found the bell could also be rung at six, no, five o' clock

And I never heard that wretched thing again
I also, never woke up again
But maybe it's for the better
Until the bell finds it's new victim

Author's Note

Inspired by five minuets ago,when I was bored and heard a weird bell sound.

Reviews

[Jqckson]

Anyone could write a better story than that. Ill do one right now! Once upon a time there was a little s**t named Ember Smyth and she tried to f**k me she begged for it but I said no so she started stalking me and orgasmed at home while looking at them. And it's even true, b***h.