🚨The Windy Witch🧓
The roof shook. Windows shattered. Flower pots flew like stones. Dust, thick and red with earth, stormed into the apartment, covering the floor like the harmattan had come early. But this wind was not natural. It was searching. Inside, the air turned wild. The wind danced through rooms like it knew the corners, twisting through furniture, knocking over chairs, lifting curtains like skirts. It found baby Loys. Her cradle shook. Then rose. Loys wailed, a sharp, high cry that pierced even the storm. The wind curled around her, rocking her in midair. Her mother, Shakky, screamed, clawing through the storm toward her daughter. But the wind pushed back—hard. The television cords lashed like snakes. The standing fan crashed. A frame of an old ancestor shattered on the ground. Semmy tried to run to them. The wind chased him instead, wild and angry. He fled to the hallway and slammed the door shut behind him. But the air... it felt familiar. Like the presence of someone who once lived in the ho...
