Ever since I moved to the mountains, I had to get used to it. Wind so loud that it practically screams. At first it woke me up in the middle of the night. I can handle it if I am asleep.

Now tonight, on the winter wind is howling again. Hearing it screech as it rises and falls, it unsettles me a little. My mind goes back to dark places. To stories of banshees and windigos and other malevolent things that own the cold winter night. 

Things that thrive in the cold that kills.