Northern Wind
Northern Wind by Alex Kartelias “Don’t go in there, he’s sleeping” they whispered in unison. Looking both directions, they split into two separate groups, one walking left and the other right. They disappeared into the fog which enveloped their forms on both ends of the hall way. I turned behind and was about to walk out when the front door that brought me in slammed shut, it’s resounding echo filling the hall with a ghostly reverberation. It’s wooden and half eaten edifice starred me with it’s brooding presence. The tormentous wind howled through the mouths of the trees. Turning back to the door which those figures warned me about, I slowly approached it. Feeling the hidden presence of them upon me, I fearfully twitched my head at both ends of the hall way. Not a presence in sight. I felt the warmth of the room sliding through the cracks and resting my forehead against the wall, could see a dim glow. Putting my hand on the knob, the sound of