I was in a house that was in the woods a small quaint building. Mom and Willow were there. Beyond the tree line of the home was the brick foundation of an old structure that had burned down to the ground ages ago and was taken over by plants and brambles. The sky was always dark, streaked with beams of ominous light that would shine through the clouds.
I was sitting on the porch, staring at the rubble, and the wind was warm. The trees were swaying, the leaves were dancing, and the whispering rustling sounds were soothing.
Suddenly the wind picked up and turned into a cold, blustery, whipping wind and I had to shield my eyes. There was a voice I heard right as the wind was whistling in my ears, singing a melancholy tune. It was so clear that it startled me and I ran back inside. I told my mom what I heard, and she said that I had imagined it.
then the sound turned into a scream.
Willow’s eyes changed from blue to green and she smiled at me in a way that was not her smile.
I remember sitting outside watching the burned house and a shadow emerging out of the darkness. Pure blackness and moving like liquid.
Several other instances occurred, I don’t remember them all. But each time I was so terrified that I was shaking and panicky and no one believed me.
With each of the strange happenings, I started to feel like something, someone was trying to talk to me. I was becoming curious.
There was a storm coming. It was windy again, and the sky was purple with streaks of green. I saw a burst of light on the ground, and this ball lightning was hovering and moving around. I was fascinated, I had never seen one in person before. But then it came towards me. I couldn’t get away from it. I thought it would be dangerous to be too close, so I was scared. but it caught up with me and moved around on my cheeks. It was almost fuzzy and it was warm. There were tendrils of light coiled inside the center of it, and it was blazing white, hot blue with color and had an aura of indigo.
It was as if the spirit manifested and found a way to reach me. I started to cry, and I held my hands out to the light, unafraid. There was a ringing in my ears, and as I reached out to the ball of light, I could feel pinpricks covering my palms and my hands went numb, as if they fell asleep. The wind blew again, and suddenly I was ripped out of the dream, and awakened by a loud clap of thunder.
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