It’s Just the Wind
It’s just the wind. That’s what I tell myself as I listen to the rattling of the windows. Just the wind battering against the house, that’s all. I’ve been left on my own at home before, it’s nothing to worry about.
It’s just the wind, that sounds like a roar. Nothing more than the wind. What else could it be?
As I see the windows flying open, wispy claws pushing their way inside, and catch a glimpse of a row of razor-sharp cloudy teeth, a horrible realization dawns.
It’s just the wind.
clifford! oh ugh sorry lost my focus when i saw ur name =) clifford the big red dog!!… anyways! good story! it had the essence of childre forcing themselves to believe what their parents say the scary sounds are, and a twist of children crying monster under my bed.
goood job John!
Comment by Harley — July 18, 2010 @ 12:02 pm