Sounds from the pub

I am forced to lay here in my bed and listen to the sound of people having good times, bad times and everything in between.

Some times it's actuly funny to listen to the mad dribble that comes from there Drunken disorganised mouths but most of the time it's just incoherent gibberish.

On this night though it is difrent... Very different, it started of like any other weekend night the pubs hustle and bussel started and you could here peoples conversations (unintentional or not) the sound of glasses breaking and people swearing and yapping away about there usual bullshit problems.
Then something els echoes about, a loud wet snarl and patter of feet that mad the sound of people quiet greatly,
The patter got louder and the snarls more wild and terribl, suddenly a woman's scream was all that was here by my self and everyone els from what I could gather as all that was left as the sickerning screem came to a end was silence and the sound of breathing from the pub goers.

I sat there unmovingand unflinching I dear not move from my position on in my bed under the window.

Then screaming and shouting echoed out in to the night, the pleading of gods to help and the weeping of people dying presumably unable to make a real word, it sounded like on man wouldn't go down without a fight near the end as the sound of grunting and bottles smathing echoed with the snarling and the sound of biting...
A final scream was all I heard a sad and hopes scream of someone that given up and sucom to there fate... Silence again no patter or howling or snarling no screaming and shouting,
Nothing not even the brease or wind to make the window rattle not a sound.

Suden curiosity fills me and I slowly scramble to turn to the window but befor I could even peek down to the pubs back where everyone was I can see it... There in the window red, RED the likes of which Iv never seen befor looking at me and me unable to look away not a sound between me and it suddenly I can feel it the need to swallow to take a breath anything other then looking at thous red eyes
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Gulp