vanished with the dead lenore;

[20gallon]

ThunderstormsIt was one of those nights, those stormy chaotic nights where one hears things on the wind: thunder, a whisper in the rattle of trees, a scream of something carried on the air for miles. For years. The storm the lungs of ghosts too long dead or insubstantial to speak themselves

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[dropsofviolet]

Ooh, creepy atmosphere. I absolutely ADORE that last line. ^_^