The Wind

Cold room. 

Howling wind. 

A ghostly sound. 

I hear a voice

Whisper my name. 

It calls me. 

I follow. 

The open window. 

High ledge. 

The voice. 

It becons me. 

One more step. 

I plunge down. 

I hear the laughter if the wind. 

It has tricked me.

I see the ground and the grass. 

They are coming. 

Closer and closer. 

Faster and faster. 

Rushing. 

Stop! 

The world is no longer moving. 

I no longer hear the wind. 

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