The banging at the door disturbs his sleep
He tries to ignore it and continue his slumber but the cries outside the door are too loud
He awakes and slowly opens the door with caution
He peeks out but sees no one
He goes back to bed and closes his eyes
His peace is only temporary
The cries start again
He screams and demands an identification of the tortured soul outside
But no one answers
He covers his pillow over his ears but the racket grows louder
He once again exits the bed and approaches the door
With fear in his eyes he opens the door and still sees no one
Guilt still remains in his heart from what happened the night before
He went out with his friends
Had a few drinks

Got into his car and drove home
A few blocks from his home his impaired vision disguised the road
He swerved to his left hitting a little girl
She died
He drove off in a panic and went home
He realized why he was being tortured by the screams
A week went by
The screams continued
He contemplated on what he should do
He considered suicide
But was too afraid to die
He stayed with his brother in Florida
The screams followed him
He understood what he needed to do
Broken spirited and sleep deprived he went to his local police station
They were apparently looking for him
He plead guilty to his crime
Those screams are quiet now
He now sleeps peacefully in his jail cell