"Slamming door"
The door slammed, echoing down the long hall.
As I look around, I see nothing.
I begin to wonder.
What has made this happen?
Or why has this happened?
I begin to walk closer towards the door.
I start to get goose bumps.
I feel a chill.
As I get close to the door.
Everything becomes silent and still.
I stop and wait for a minute,
to see if anything does happen.
All of a sudden, the door pops open.
I step back wondering what had made the door pop open.
I look through the open door to the outside.
It is very hazy and miserable out.
I then shut the door, then lock it.
I begin to know why the door had been slamming open and closed.
It had been the wicked wind.
Mike Ladouceur
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