Night & Day (1)

 

The wind howled like a banshee. Too many times had it done this and too many times had it been heard. It swayed around the building, the trees and all the objects it came near with infinite speed and accuracy; careful not to damage, but just unrest those in it's path and earshot. Outside was dark with the exception of a full moon glaring down and making natural light to those who ventured out, if they dare. The house stood still with its gables and turrets staying strong despite the screaming of the wind and it's speed.

Little footprints appeared in the dewy grass forming as they were trodden. No person to be seen but footprints manifesting. Across the grass, onto gravel up to the main door. The door did not open but welcomed it's visitor silently and in stillness.

Oh, a night like this is welcomed and loved by the many. A night like this is feared and repulsed by the few............................