The small, teenage Ty Lee sat lazily by, looking into her reflection, on a dark and chilling night. Her mirror, illuminated brightly by two candles, perched beside the mirror still, flickering faintly, as the wind howled whispered outside her door.
Not a sound to be heard, not a whisper, nor the prattle of feet on the floor, nor the gentle calm of weary breath, to ease the comfort of this lonely night. The moon, so brightly shone in yesterdays, dare not reveal itself, and eerie shadows, cast upon the floor, gave such grim disclosure that would make you fiercely shudder.
She hummed, faintly, a melody, anything to calm her nerves, her hands fluid and gaily whisk the hair, as she recites her favorite song. Those words drizzle like honey from her mouth, to bear the pain of night .
And the sad discountenance of the doorway did bear its mark. No light, no life, no solemn voice was heard. Not the echo of lost bird, nor the calling of its mate. The trees, grim and long, stood in formal array, unmoving and void of life. It was as if nature, in one vain course, did seek to shun all happiness from this place, and cast the melancholy spirits lower.
The girls nervousness, did not allow her to blow the candles out and reside to bed. For anything, she had thought, would be better than to stay in bed alone in the pitchest dark. And so, she braced her soul, and did what any soul would do, she looked and she hoped, that dawns first light may harken so much faster to shun the night's contempt.
As time wore on, the melody became replaced, by certain, sad, and forlorn songs of love. She dreamed one day, that soon her love would return to her, and in his arms she would hold herself against his hearty breast, and thought on that reuniting day. As she napped, she heard outside her window, the most perplexing sound. From out the distance, came a low, mumbled, almost moaning voice harkening out "Heeeeey Hooooo!"
"It's nothing", she told herself, perhaps some foreign traveler, or distant fawn, who was caught in some distress. To this call, did she give not a second thought. But sometime latter, she heard the voice again, only this time it was closer and louder, saying "Heeeeey Hooooo!"
"It's just someone lost in the night," she told herself. And continued on brushing her hair, though now her hands were shaking, and every single moment gave her heart more to fear. Until she heard the voice again, not 200 yards off, clear and distinctive did it ring from out the woods: "Heeeeey Hooooo!"
By now her heart did waver as this man, this thing grew close and closer, beckoning certain disaster for her. She shook so hard she dropped the the glass brush, shattering it into a million pieces, as she hurriedly blew out all the candles. In the darkness now, she buried her head, deep into her pillow, till the voice rang out again, right at the front door of the house "Heeeeey Hooooo!"
She trembled now as the thing turned the knob and entered the house. It's footsteps loud and cumbersome, rattling on the floor. Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, it approached, until it was right outside her door, and the door, slowly but surely creaked open, in the dark the figure loomed, mysterious and concealed in darkness, and it whispered now "Heeeey..."