a vaporous form hovering before you.
A shiver runs up your spine as you feel a chilling draft...
Initial visit :
The form is that of a man.
His mouth moves, yet no words can be heard...
You speak the word and the spectre responds by pointing a boney hand to his eye.
A wind from behind blows your hair, covering your eyes.
A whirlpool of leaves, twigs and stones whips up around you.
Your clothing is yanked by the strong wind forcing you to grip it tightly in your hands.
A cool breeze blows through your hair.
You suddenly smell the scent of a storm approaching.
The ghostly image shimmers for a moment and then he points a boney finger to his neck.
The spectre's arm thrusts out, pointing to the sea.
The spectre's arm thrusts again, this time.
This time you see it points towards the pier.
A strong breeze suddenly assaults you with twigs and leaves.
You hear no answer save the rustle of the leaves on the ground around you.