The boy walked along the battered street, a cold wind cut across his face when he walked. He knew what was coming, with a whirlwind building in his body he walked on. 

Suddenly out of nowhere there was a creak and a whisper, it sounded like it was coming from the abandoned house. His heart raced as snow thundered down making a slight booming sound in his brain. As he walked the whispering grew louder and louder, then everything grew silent, everything stopped. He turned facing the house as it started again, the sound he had been dreading the most!