Eerie

The old window was open. The curtains were flying about as the errie
wind howled in and out of the run down flat.
"Wake up"
Someone whispered into his ear. It was the voice of a young woman, he
recognised it, but it had been o long since he had last heard it that
he couldn't remember the face that accompanied it.
"Wake up"
He opened his eyes. His hands had turned blue with the cold. He looked
around in hope for the woman who was so concerned about him. There was
no one there, there never was. He thought it must have been the wind,
or maybe the voices had come back again, he just wasn't sure. He got up
out of his warm chair to find the window opened. There was a small pile
of glass on the floor below it. The old man looked around his empty
flat in horror as he realised that they had come back once again. He
had only just saved up the money to replace what they had took last
time. His heart sank as he saw he had nothing left. Mindless young
thugs had robbed him again of all he had.
It was still dark outside but he was too cold and worried to go back
to sleep now. He was already dressed so he closed the long door, even
thought he knew it would do no good, but he had nothing left for them
to come back for now. Pulling on his long grey over coat as he walked
he went out into the chilly night air, taking with him more than he
might have suspected. He found himself walking to the docks where he
had been born, he did not know why he was heading for there but felt
something leading him that way. As he approached a newly made part of
the docks he found himself wondering into parts he did not know. Soon
he was standing in front of a fork in the road, unsure of which road to
take he stood for a few minutes, deciding, he did not want to get lost
even more. He started to wonder down the road on the right, but as he
approached a unexpected gust of icy wind blew into him so strongly that
it guided him towards the other direction as if it were trying to tell
him, not knowing where any of the roads would take him he decided to
take the hint and go down the other road.
Soon enough the plump man returned back to the lonely place he called
home. He looked up into he room in which he lived, the lights were on,
he knew he had turned the lights off before he went out, because they
told him too. The voices that he heard would not let him leave the flat
until he had turned off the lights, they never would. There was no one
else to turn them back on, unless, they had come back again, unless he
was being robbed again by the mindless filth that he had been forced to
live with ever since he had lost his job and fat wage packet. Had they
come back for the only thing he had left? The chair he slept on the
first time they came that night?
He looked up to see the window open, he could see the shadows dancing
about in the dark, trying not to be seen, but it was too late, he had
caught them this time, and he was not going to let them get away in a
rush.
He quickly turned around and started to run up to his flat, it the
police would do nothing to help him, then he would help himself, but as
he went his old eyes did not see the crown of bins in the dark night.
He ran into them causing a loud crash. A unfriendly face appeared at
the window, His window. It saw him lying in the mound of dust bins. It
threw out a heavy brick that was heading straight for his head. The old
man was too slow to get up out of the way in time, he lay there waiting
for the brick to crash into him and put him out of his misery.
Suddenly he felt another gush of the uncontrollable wind, but it was
even stronger than the guiding wind before. The old man could not
believe his eyes when the brick swiftly landed on he ground next to
him.
The wind lingered around the man. He wanted to be scared of it, but he
couldn't, he felt strangely relaxed in its presence, bringing with it a
sweet smell that reminded him of his mothers perfume. He knew at this
point he was just expected to believe, and he did.