Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata.

The room was too white and bare. The lights were too bright. The sound of the blood dripping onto the floor was like gunshots going off in his head. The two young women were screaming and running but he couldn't hear them. It was like someone had switched off the volume and turned every movement to slow motion.

The young man stared at the thing on the silver gurney. That horrible thing lying there on the gurney like a corpse. Its eyes, too big for its head, dark and flickering, twitched around to him and its red lips curled up in a look of hateful contempt. The thing's horribly long, spindly fingers started to tap against the metal of the gurney and the young man knew it was making the noise to annoy him.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata.

He wanted so badly to reach over and curl his fingers around the thing's scrawny neck. Too squeeze and squeeze and watch as it narrow face turned terrified and desperate. To feel those sharp fingernails try desperately to pry his hands loose from his neck. To see its dry, bugging-out eyes roll up into its skull and see the scarlet, soft, pointed tongue loll out of its mouth.

"Goala! Goala you've got to help us! He's dying! The knife's gone in really deep!"

He watched silently as they panicked and squawked around him like headless chickens. He blinked lazily and continued to stare at that repulsive disgusting thing, ignoring the women's panicked pleading.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata…

Let him die.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata…

He's ruined my life.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata…

Let him fucking die.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata…

I hate him so much.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata…

"Stop it," he whispered, putting his hands over his ears. The thing grinned, displaying sharp, blood-stained teeth.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata…

"Stop tapping, stop tapping!" The sound was invading every crevice of his mind, throbbing and pounding in his head.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata…

Hatred and fury spread through his body like wildfire…why won't it stop? Why won't it stop? Why won't that noise stop?

"STOP FUCKING TAPPING!" He yelled hoarsely, tugging at his hair. The women stopped and stared at him, slowly backing away. The white starkness of the room was too bright; the bitter, metallic taste of blood was heavy on his tongue…

He kicked the wall furiously and he heard choked, hoarse laughter echoing through the room. The thing's eyes were blank and dry; it's thin, red mouth opening up into a wide cackle. Blood was streaming down its chin as it laughed manically.

He turned and began to run, trying to block the noise from his head. He heard the cries of the women and the crazed laughter of the thing on the gurney. Why won't it leave him alone? Why won't it die? He collapsed onto the ground, choking back sobs, covering his head with his arms. The sound was still reverberating inside his head. He knew it would never leave. It would stay with him forevermore.

Tap-ata, tap-ata, tap-ata.