Apparition
I stand in silence gazing out the Victorian window. I peer out to see a wavy mirage erupting from the street. A tiny drop slides down my rosy cheek, and then….tiny, prickly goose bumps erupt. It is no longer silent anymore. Cool air blows a whisp of my hair like a soft feather in the wind. It comes as a soft whisper behind me. Did I really just hear my name? There it is again! Do I dare turn around? My toes grip to the shaggy carpet. Fear was upon me and I turned around. Mouth open wide, trying to scream, but nothing came out. Dark shadow, I see him disappear. It was warm again and silent.
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