William Smith opened the door a crack, letting the howling wind sweep through the small room carrying a drift of snow with it.
Only the storm answered with its continued roar, sometimes louder, sometimes softer.
William slammed the door shut. Snow settled around the room.
William started at the door a moment, shaking his head
There had been a knock and a voice calling his name. He heard it. It was real. He knew it wasn’t his imagination.
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