Sitting here in the darkness I can hear all the things most people can not. I can hear the whispers of the wind. I hear the screeching of the demons. I can hear the soft cries of spirits not ready to pass on yet. It gets rather odd here in the darkness. If i close my eyes I can see these spirits with their tear stained faces and the frown upon their lips. I wonder why they cry so hard. Sometimes I can hear them whisper why they are so sad. what loved one they miss already. the things they didnt get to do the people they never had a chance to say goodbye to. The little ones are the hardest. you see they want mom or daddy but they know they cant stay anylonger. just to touch their mom or daddy one more time to let them know they are always with them.
