Siren Screams Barren branches strike my windows furiously, ghastly, scrawny arms that want to grab me and murder me with their harsh fingernails. Savage ice has laid siege to the glass, crawling across its surface in wild, maddening formations. The sunlight illuminates the snow-coated rooftops, sending its alluring and deadly brightness into my tired eyes. Shadows play on my walls and create battle scenes of both triumph and bitter defeat. The entire world is an eerie mixture of beauty and death.
The angry movement around me seems to hiss, scream, screech. But the violent silence is soon shattered as the haunting, desperate howl of an