A Lullaby for Christmas. Final
Channel: Scary Stories
Date: 2022-12-05

A Lullaby for Christmas. Final

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  Though my chest was still throbbing from what I chalked up to be a hallucination, fueled by my emotions having been put through the wringer, I couldn't quite figure out why I was so on edge about it. It wasn't as if I was alone in the building when I saw the silhouette at my door. Why I assumed it to be something to fear, rather than the more likely scenario of it being one of my colleagues, I couldn't say. Either way, it turned out to be nothing but my imagination, from what I could tell at the time. 

  "Get your shit together, Mac," I told myself, attempting to clear my head and shake off this crazy night. 

  With the hour growing late, an abundance of paperwork to complete, and the lights continuing to blink in and out, I wanted nothing more than to head home to my family. When the clapping of the thunder outside grew more constant, I was tempted to just stash my responsibilities for the night and try to reach my house before it got any worse. 

  I began to do that very thing when the screaming broke out from somewhere below. Being fully aware that the sounds came from the holding cells, which currently housed only one occupant, I headed straight to the security room to get a read on what was happening. 

  "It just keeps goin' in and out," Parker said when I entered, "she started freakin' out, pushin' her back to the wall, and then it went to static."

  I stared at the screen, seeing only the occasional flashing image of what was happening in her cell. Though the display had no sound, her muffled shrieks coming from the lower levels provided a soundtrack to what we could make out. As Parker said, she was pressed against the wall, but it almost looked as though a violent wind had broken out in her cell, blowing her hair as hard to the bricks as her body was. 

  "I'm gonna head down there," I said, caressing the gun on my hip to ensure it remained holstered in case I should need it. 

  "Want me to come with?" Parker asked. 

  "Nah, you keep an eye on things up here. I'll yell out if it looks like there's anything to worry about. Likely, she's just putting on a show or some shit."

  As I headed from the room directly to the stairs, I had little doubt that this was some bizarre attempt to further convince us that she was insane. I had already thought the story she told was designed to set the groundwork of an insanity plea, and this ridiculous display was only securing that to be a fact, though I still did not understand why she would turn herself in, only to pull something like this.  

  When I reached the lower level, the woman's screams were so loud and gut-wrenching, I could barely believe that anyone was capable of producing such a sound. I attempted to call out as I walked the narrow hallway between the rows of cells, but I couldn't hear my own words, let alone expect her to. With the blinking of the lights and the trembling floor beneath my feet, I feared we may be experiencing far more than a simple storm beyond these walls. 

  Though the shuddering ground made it difficult to keep a constant pace, it didn't take me long to draw close to the room we had Lullaby stored in, but as I closed that final gap between us, the woman's agonizing wails suddenly stopped. My ears were still ringing from the sheer volume of her horrendous howls, even with the only sounds remaining being those of the still shuddering building. 

  I almost felt my legs give out when I finally reached the cell I was seeking; the one that no longer held the murderer I had locked away inside only an hour or so ago. It was as though some sort of exit had opened in the center of the room, like a rectangular, door-shaped hole, erected in between realities, as bizarre as that sounds. 

  It wasn't that alone that caused my extremities to weaken, but the pool of blood that was smeared across the floor in the direction of the entrance to somewhere else. While I gazed at this puzzling and grotesque sight, something else began to register in my frenzied mind. I could feel eyes upon me; not from the strange and eerie gap in reality, but from the opposing side of the cell. 

  When I turned to see the flickering, red and orange, glowing eyes of the man who sat perched upon the cot against the other wall, I finally lost the fight to remain standing. He looked like some sort of feral beast; his long, blonde hair hanging in front of his face as he gazed back at me, with that piercing illumination burning into my retina. 

  As he tilted his head from one side to the other, I could only stare back, transfixed by this haunting individual. The gray, pin-striped vest and matching pants, the white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal pale and toned forearms. Even the polished, black shoes seemed completely out of pla