One rainy, moonless, autumn night, I heard the sound of a bare tree branch scratching my window. The swift sound of the chilly wind kept me awake on my bed, wondering what the darkness of the night held. All of a sudden, a wild rattle of leaves broke the silence. In my curiosity I got out of my bed, making a creak at the same time. As I walked down the creaky steps to the door, a sudden screech caught my attention and I eyed everything with caution.
With every step nearing the door, I felt a chill run up my spine and my hair stood on ends. As I reached for the door knob, the freeze of the cold metal chilled my veins. I turned the door knob, the door creaked open and I felt the cold wind rush past my face to fill the void. Just when the door was half open I heard the rattle of leaves again but saw nothing.
When the door was finally open, I saw the tree that kept me awake. When I heard the rattle I turned and again saw nothing, but as I turned my attention to the tree house a dark figure rushed passed the small cabin's window.
Instead of running, I walked towards it, partly out of curiosity and partly for the need of conquering my fear. As I walked up the old twisted steps, I was starting to regret my decision. Suddenly, a soft sharp howl made me want to turn back but when I opened the tree house door whatever that was in there was gone without a trace, was it my imagination? I asked myself. As I was looking around the tree house I saw something glitter in the shimmering light. I bent over to pick it up, and in a few moments under the dimming starlight, I found out it was a piece of silver, maybe it wasn't my imagination after all.
When I got back into my room, the bare tree branch was still hitting my window, and the cool wind still so soft and swift. I looked down at the piece of silver in my hand and after a few moments, I lied down and went to sleep. The next morning, I took the piece of silver and stuck a string into it to make a necklace, and ever since I remembered that mysterious autumn night.
