[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Stories.AmidstWhatNeverWas.2.2

Why my old house though? What in the world could this chilling night breeze want with me in my old house? Whatever the reason, it's going up the stairs. Those creaky wooden stairs that I was always so afraid I would fall through at any moment. Back then they were ancient. Now, they simply sat there with so many more years of dust. Dust that swirled slightly in the breeze that only I had been able to feel before.
Is it becoming a real wind? No... That's impossible... Unreal things just don't become real because you're somewhere you haven't been for years. Yet still I ascend the stairs. Each step causing a groan so loud in my ears that I want to scream to make it stop. But it would continue anyways... they always continued on like that. No matter how many times I screamed they'd always...
But they aren't here anymore. It's just the door to our... to my room. The wind had stopped so long ago that I forget if it even existed. Is... no. No, I'm not. I'm just... The doors open... there he is. Just like he never should have been. Like he never was before..
His tattered and dull clothing does little to change his face. His strong face that has always been there like an ominous reminder in my mind. Looking at me with those eyes. Those horrible... terrifying... love-filled eyes. "Hello sister... I'm back..."