It was a lovely evening, the kind that made Ellen linger in the park longer than she planned. Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through the trees, carrying a chill that felt out of place in the warmth of the evening. Ellen stopped, confused, her hair blowing wildly as the breeze intensified, tugging at her clothes. The leaves above began to rustle violently, though there had been no sign of a storm. A sharp, unnatural screech echoed overhead, making her heart race.
