The night was chilled and grandma’s goosedown quilt didn’t seem to be enough to keep Charlie’s mind from imagining the worst. These feelings were probably generated from the popcorn and cola he had consumed too close to bedtime, but eerie noises seemed to be coming from the wall. He called out to his grandma.
Charlie’s grandma came into the room to comfort him, saying, “there is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles”.
Charlie thought about it for a minute and asked his grandma, “what’s in the space? Is it a ghost or maybe a cat?”
Grandma smiled and told Charlie, “There’s nothing. Just an empty space between two walls where the wind likes to play. You know how you like to play and run in the wind? Well, the wind likes to play, too.”