The Cold Wind

When I was 13, I was sitting in my bedroom, grieving over the death of one of my oldest friends, when I felt a sudden cold gather inside the room. It was the middle of the summer, the temperature was 87 degrees and my windows were closed.

It gathered around me and as I sat there, shivering, I could have sworn that I heard my friends voice say,"Good-bye."

Not to long later, the same sensation came over me again, this time, however, my mom was in the room and felt it to.

Yet another friend had died in a similar manner, only she was my mom's friend. When the cold lifted, my mom said,"It was Mari coming to say goodbye."

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Submit your ghost story.