The last thing my Nan said before she dies was "Who put that air raid siren by the window?" even though there was nothing but trees outside. She'd been seeing this siren for years now, no matter where we were she'd stop every now and then and demand we move seats or take a little walk, anything to keep the siren at bay.
We humoured her as much as we could, even offered to hide her so the siren wouldn't be able to see her, which worked for the most part. Some days she just wouldn't accept our attempts to placate her and we'd have to walk or switch tables to stop her from freaking out.
It wasn't until she died that we all began seeing it too.
It wasn't an air raid siren.
It just pretended to be one.
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