Telling Ghost Stories

It was a dark and windy night …

“Creak”, a sound, faint, distant, but still heard.
“Crack”, something snapping, or being trampled on.
She sat in her room, awoken from her deep sleep.
The room was silent except for the quiet ticking of the clock.
“Creak”… Maybe just the house settling, nothing more?
“Crack”, Perhaps some small animals outdoors?
“Whoosh”, Was that the wind?
She stood up and peeked out the window.
A clear night was all she saw.
A nervousness tail wag as she returned to her bed.
“Creak”…
“Crack”…
“Whoosh” …
Her fur stood on end… she muffled a growl.
“Thump”…did that come from within the house?
“Creak”…
“Crack”…
“Whoosh”…will the sounds never cease?
“Thump”…”Thump”…”Thump”…
Closer, she thought, the sounds were getting closer.
She closed her eyes and forced her mind to think
of something besides her wild imagination.
“Creak”
“Thump”
“Crack”
“Thump”
“Whoosh”
“Thump”…”Thump”…”Thump”…
Her howl broke the silence as …