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It was one of those foggy eerie days that rarely come in October, and little things had been going wrong all day.
The front door had blown opened several times, I am quite sure that I had secured it when I closed it after my husband Jerry left for work.
Then the telephone rang, and when I answered it, I could not quite hear the person on the other end, when I tried to make a phone call several hours later the phone was not working.
I built a small fire in the fireplace in hope of shrugging off the eerie feeling, and to bring cheer into the house. It was a fruitless effort for an odd gust of wind came down the chimney, not only did the fire go out but ashes were spread across the front room.
It was late in the day the wind started to blew and circle the house like a banshee, the fog had lifted. At this point the telephone apparently being fixed began to ring, and when I answered it Jerry told me he would not be home until late.
I ate a light dinner; relit the fireplace, and settled down to read a book. The front room became warm and cozy some of the anxieties of the day drifted away.
I turned off the lamp, it was easier than closing the curtains; and I watched the pattern from the fire light dance across the room.
Was it a piece of paper blowing by that caught the glow of the full moon, just out side my window?
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