The wind blows hard tonight. It makes it hard for me to sleep with all the ghosts having such a great time in the ether. 
_michael:
*closes the window*
linz:
when i was little i heard this ghost story about the infamous one armed lady whose husbandstole her golden arm after she died and everytime the wind would howl she would come searching for her arm, so for a really long time when the wind would blow i would have to go seep with my parents because i was pertrefied.