Apparitions of 7
The wind blew shaking the panes of the window. The howl of winter sang through the trees of Charleston, chilling any passersby clear down to the bone. The shaking of the windows awoke Lois, who was normally a light sleeper anyways. She lay still for a moment, listening to the familiar sounds of December winds; rustling of tree branches, snow blowing across the ground like frozen sand, the shaking of the windows when the wind’s intensity increased. And the scream. The sound of the scream froze her blood more quickly than even the frigid outside. She leapt to her feet and rushed to her daughter’s room. She had never heard Colleen make a sound like that before. She raced down the hallway, coming to the door. At the door she hesitated, and felt ashamed for doing so. Her daughter might be in danger, but something she could not explain made her fear what was on the other side of this door. Steeling herself, she turned the knob. Colleen was curled in her bed, sobbing. Later on, ...