Moonlight dancing girl.

Behind that door lied the gate that leaded to the front basement. The death body was dancing at the glare of moonlight and at the mercy of the wind; soulless, in front of the window. Around it things looked even more lugubrious and empty than when the house was inhabited, and that's a lot to say about them all... all forgotten and all gone.


Outside, Billy the kid kept kicking the ball against the wall, close enough to the window of the basement. He knew that bricks and metal last centuries and the house was still intact though fairly old. Moonlight had always fascinated him in a disciplined yet vicious manner, enough to make him flee from home every night and run through the woods, following the moon until he used to find the house in the clear almost by instinct, just like that.

The music in the basement resembled the sound of the wind yet billy could barely guessed that for years. Although it was real music coming from there, every night, the same song: "the whistle that whistles" as the little kid liked to call it, inferring it was "a strange wind" this one that came from the other side of the forest.

No long after Billy went to recover the ball from the basement one night did he realized the mystic nature of this world.