[ WP ] A man is struggling to sleep due to laughter going on outside his house all night , every night . The problem ? He lives alone on a small island .

Laughing... laughter... laughs... he hated it. It mocked him, giggles and whispers every night. At first, he had searched every inch of the property. In his house, under the porch, in the tall grass surrounding the gentle sloping beach, and he even shouted out to the dark waters. No response. 
 
 He tried calling the police. Picking up the old landline phone, he expected the routine dial tone, ready to recieve numbers. Instead, those horrid giggles and laughs greeted his ears. Condenscending yet playful, they continued to rise in volume until the man slammed the phone down. He would not call again. 
 
 So then he tried ignoring it. The laughs continued, growing louder in volume. Was it his imagination? Was he going insane? Laughing... laughter... laughs... make it stop! 
 
 Begging did nothing. Crying and pleading did nothing. Threats had no effect. The laughs followed, from room to room, never fading in volume. 
 
 Laughing... laughter... laughs... For days this would happen, each and every night. Lack of sleep began to take its toll, the man would shamble around the house in a state of zombie-like tiredness. This vacation was a nightmare. He wanted peace, isolation, to escape from society. Instead it was torture. 
 
 There was no way around it. They, it, whatever, would laugh at night. All night. Every night. Laughing... laughter... laughs... 
 
 Four nights. Four nights of this hell. The man could n't even relax in his own home. Paranoia caused him to jump and shake at every sound. Fear raced through his veins anytime he closed his eyes. Night time, what was once his favorite time, now revolved around emotions of dread. 
 
 It happened again. That laughter. He fell to his hands and knees, sobbing into the floor. He just wanted peace and quiet. A night of relaxation. Laughing... laughter... laughs... 
 
 The man stood up, dull eyes roving about the room. His unkempt appearance contrasted sharply against the smile slowly gracing his lips. The man's mouth parted, tongue flicking out once before hiding again. A small sound echoed across the walls, rising in harmony with the noises of the night. Louder and louder, almost reaching a scream, he laughed. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

