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The cold, winter wind hit me harshly. Leaving my face red and sore. The small flakes of snow flew into my eyes, blurring my vision, and freezing my face. I hunched into my coat, trying to keep the biting cold from creeping down my neck. I pushed my hands further into my pockets. My thin coat didn't stand a chance against the cold, winter weather. Wispy figures past me, as I made my way down the lonely road. I felt them nag at my coat. Their cold fingers slipping easily through my thin coat. I made sure not to make eye contact with any of them, they tended to make my way home a hassle. I slipped past the frail souls, and made my way towards my house.

I stepped into the threshold, avoiding the thinly drawn line of salt. I took my hands out of my pockets and stood for a moment shaking the light flakes of snow off my shoulders. The front hall was dark, almost eery. I flipped the light switch, it flickered slightly, and then gave up. Through the small flicker of light I could make out the dusty curtains that were drawn over the grimy windows. I never really bothered to clean. I shook off my coat and hung it on a hook by the stairs. I headed through the hallway and into the kitchen. I tried the light in the kitchen and it miraculously turned on. The air was dusty and damp, as if no one had ever occupied the house. I set my bag of groceries down, and unpacked them. Setting the food products in their rightful shelves and cupboards, my hands stained with dust when I was finished. The light flickered above, and I turned swiftly, making sure that there was nothing in the room with me. Dead souls tended to make electricity go haywire when they were around. Just to be sure, I set a few herbs to burn in a pot of incense charcoal briquette. Better be safe than sorry, as Jennifer used to say. I went around the house, opening all doors, and windows. I hoped that whatever made me feel so on edge, would cling on to the burning smoke and drift off with it to someplace else. I dragged a spare old chair near the stove so that I could keep adding more herbs. The frigid air blew in from all the windows, causing goosebumps to form on my already cold skin. After a few moments the air seemed lighter, I turned the stove off and muttered a prayer. I went to close all the windows and doors, adding a few more pinches of salt to make the lines thicker. I pulled the curtains closed again, and headed off to my bedroom to get changed out of my damp, cold clothes.




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