She could feel the singing drawing closer, like it often did in the dark.

She hated the song that she knew so well and tried so hard to forget.

She wanted it to stop and leave her alone. 

But it was her singing all along

Beware beware of the RedMan's tale
with the loudest cry and the pungent smell
Make sure they dont see the colour red
Like the nicest rose and the blood you bled
Make sure you dont listen to the things they say
Or you might not see the light of day 
The worst of it is yet to come 
Beware beware of the RedMan's song