As the Winds Shrieked
As the Winds Shrieked
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alexanderjo
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They’re real.

As the Winds Shrieked

As he sat upright in his bed, he listened tentatively to the storm outside. Sheets of frigid rain pounded off the glass, racing down the pane in frantic patterns.

The wind wailed as the trees strained with all their might against the powerful gusts.

His curtains were almost drawn closed, but a gap left enough for the moon light to shimmer through onto his bedroom floor.

His therapist told him to focus on his breath, lay back and relax.

His therapist told him to focus on his breath, lay back and relax. His therapist told him it wasn't real.

His therapist told him to focus on his breath, lay back and relax. His therapist told him it wasn't real. His therapist, however, had not seen it.

Despite the heartbeat thumping relentlessly in his chest and ears, and the nervous twitching of his feet and toes, he lay back and closed his eyes.

Relax. Breath, deeply. And exhale.

Relax. Breath, deeply. And exhale. He focused on his breath as hard as he could.

Relax. Breath, deeply. And exhale. He focused on his breath as hard as he could. And then it happened.

He hadn't opened his eyes, but he knew. He could feel the gaze penetrating his soul. An unmistakable aura of doom. Of blood.

Through the gap in the curtains, he saw it. It was back.

Pressed against the glass, it's chalk-white face grimaced. Black, soaking hair pouring down from it's scalp. Eyes burning red, looking right at him. Fangs that ripped from it's gums and hung over it's chin.

"Let me in, Charlie," it growled with a smile.

"Let me in, Charlie," it growled with a smile. "Let me in."

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