Anjulina Cornacchia: Attack of the Banshees

It raised it's claws to finish me once and for all. I yelled for Desmond one last time before I braced myself for the impact. While I was dangling there waiting for my friends to run upstairs and pull me up, I heard whispering. I couldn’t tell if they were a man or a woman. The first voice was calm and soothing. It told me to not give up because my destiny was too great. The other voice was pretty disturbing. It was an old raspy voice telling me to let go. It said no one would miss me and that it was my destiny to die at this very moment. At first I figured they were my “shoulder angels”. But when I thought about it, my shoulder angel’s voices weren’t that vivid. It was like I could feel their warm breath on my ear as they whispered. Of course I was going to listen to the first voice, there was no doubt about that. While waiting for Taylor, I could feel the strap of my purse slipping. Only, it felt like something was pulling it, opposed to it just slipping on its own. Just as my purse gave way, Taylor grabbed for it. “Just in time!” She said. “Told you, you wouldn’t get hurt!” We both laughed. “Yeah you’re lucky!” I jokingly warned her. She started to pull me up. “Grab my hand!” My fingertips were just barely touching hers when the purse strap broke! It looked as if someone took scissors and cut it.