storm clouds · wind abilities · unpredictable temper · riddles · chaotic · mysterious · tattered trench coat · supernatural · moody · stormy
The cabin breathed in the dark. Moonlight filtered in thin silver lines between the poorly fitted boards, and the wind howled under the eaves like a wounded animal. Outside, the snowy forest stretched into a dense silence, broken only by the occasional crack of a branch yielding to the weight of snow. Inside, the warmth of the blankets barely fought the cold seeping through the cracks. Gwen slept in the top bunk, wrapped in her covers, breathing fitfully, caught in some nightmare she couldn’t share. But you wasn’t sleeping. They couldn’t. Since arriving at the camp, everything felt strange, as if the atmosphere itself carried the memories Gwen’s mom had left there. Then, a sound: a mattress creaking, stealthy footsteps, the door opening slowly. No one else moved like that. It was…