A quiet hum spread through the house ending the eternal silence that had greeted the rooms. Diona's voice held a haunting melody and despite the fact that she wasn't even singing any words the melodies that graced her lips could put the best to shame.
It was the few times that she could sing without worrying because her father was gone at work and every window was locked but not that they could open. Her father had made sure that they were bolted shut ever since had killed the poor little boy.
Her voice while beautiful had been the cause of her mother's death. Diona was only six when it had happened. Her mother had sung to try and calm the girl down and being entranced by her mother, she had tried to sing along. At first, her mother had smiled but then she let out a scream, covering her ears.
It was quick and when Diona finally got the chance to ask her mother what was wrong the woman laid dead on the ground, blood trails coming out of both ears, pain etched on her face. Her father hadn't believed that Diona had killed her mom, not understanding how she could have done it.
With her father being hard at work he never had the chance to hear her sing and could have never traced it back to her singing. He didn't figure it out until she had killed the neighbor's boy on a playdate.
The neighbors had gone on vacation and since Philip was too young he had been left at the Aarhus residence. The two children spent most of the time together and on the last day Philip was to stay, her father had the day off. The day had started with them traveling to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and enjoying all the ice cream they wanted.
When they headed home it was clear that they were all in good moods and didn't want the day to end. Instead, they settled around the fireplace to have a sleepover. Robert spoke spooky stories to the children and when he couldn't think of any more ideas, Philip would tell them about the crazy dreams he's had.
Robert had decided to go outside to gather more wood for the fireplace and wasn't outside very long when he heard his daughter scream. Running back inside he found Philip still on the ground just like he had found Courtney a couple months earlier. Looking at his daughter something seemed to click in his mind and that was when Diona's world was changed forever.
Walking into her room, she was greeted by the singing of her pet bird that had yet to have a name. It wasn't long before the bird grew silent and when she looked into the cage the bird was dead. She stopped singing to take a deep sigh.
Even animals died when she sang.
Walking over to her bed, she fell with great dramatics which was something she had enough of. Her life was quite boring as her father had made her a recluse only allowing her to leave for school but during the summer her only entertainment was the stories her mind made and acting them out made them more interesting.
Staring at the ceiling it wasn't long before she felt her eyes slowly closing and without a fight her mind fell asleep as she played a soft tune in her head.