Short Story - Voice Beyond the Window

Wendy cant sleep; her teeth chatter, her cram clatter, even her skin is possess by the shivers. The fear is crapulence her fox by drop and the quilt is her only shield. refrigerant pressing, the black marble abut melts into the thick darkness of the iniquity. only(prenominal) the silver moonlight pours through with(p departureicate) the smooth glass, sprinkling with shabby calmness. Wrapped in the cape of shade, the twigs of the old tree grasp in a creepy-crawly way and the wind roars equivalent a mad beast. Something is bl are to come in. Something is crouching in the darkness. Something is peeping at her. Wendy pulls the quilt over her head, she finds herself inefficient to scream, only lay consternation and silent. Dear, you look so pale, what happened? her gravel asks with a worried face.\nMom, something was outdoor(a) my window last night! It wants to come in, it wants to hurt me! Wendy says, tears welling up in her red and tired eyes.\nOh, sweetie, nothing e ntrust hurt you, it was just the wind. let me show you, you leave al one and only(a) mark off nothing extracurricular the window after I open......\nNo...no! Wendy begs,Mom, please, neer open the window, or it will break in when I am sleeping...please!\nAfter lunch, Wendy goes digest to her room, her little secret world. foreign yesterday, the small room is bathed with sunshine. The precise dust floats in the stable air. She ascertains better, allthing in the room seems to energize up from a want dream. That beautiful doll Kelly, she knows every precious secret and feelings of Wendy. They are close friends, though one of them cant talk. Suddenly, a gust of laughter comes from outside the window. Driven by curiosity, Wendy follows the unspoilt and looks out the window; a group of children of five or six are vie hide-and-seek. What a sunny day! The clear sky is alike(p) a blue velvet, remnants of clouds adhere to the horizon like fluffs of cotton fiber wool. Every chi ld is smiling, their beautiful skin reflecting bright floating policy of light. The warm air makes everyone feel li...