The wind outside of his window began to blow harder. The window itself was shaking from the pounding it was receiving. Tom spun himself around as he passed near the window. He could have sworn that he heard his name called in the wind. He walked to the window and looked out at the darkness. As he stood and watched the moon appear and disappear behind the trees, he heard it again. This time he was certain of what he had heard. His eyes searched the night trying to see if someone were locked outside. He could see nothing in the darkness. He opened the window more in an effort to hear more clearly. "Tom, will you let me come in? I mean you no harm." "Don't be afraid of me Tom. I will not hurt you in any way. I only want to help you through your lonely nights." "Doesn't that beat it all? I finally see a beautiful girl and she isn't even real. She's a ghost."