I had never been so glad in my life to leave a place yet here we are returned. As we traveled towards the luminescent horizon, nature's ire appeared to have turned decidedly against me, shedding thick snow and rushing towards us with unnatural grace and speed. As the treacherous clouds approached, the temperature dropped drastically, almost as if I had left a toasty warm interior to step out into the chilled, unforgiving elements. The wind picked up and slapped me with its unbearably rough, icy hands, tormenting me with sounds of dread and endless suffering. So, we had no other choice but to return to this forsaken place.
As it had turned out the accommodation's vacancies are due to some dispute between the heirs of two prominent lords and more cautious voyagers have avoided it thusly to avoid drawing the ire of either. I must say this ruins my ideas of ghostliness but I find I could not care less. There is something decidedly unnatural about this place. Nature has conspired to confine me to this prison seemingly by design. I even said as much to Kagome in the hope that she would be amicable to leaving but she merely repeated her sentiment that she sensed no demonic auras nearby and that I was merely being difficult.
I must say I sometimes feel irrationally angry with her when she declares that these suspicions are only in my head but my temper has always been of that variety. I cannot fathom attempting to explain the changes within me when she is so decidedly against the idea. Perhaps it's due to a nervous condition of some kind or recent events triggering the long-term effects of my extended bout of solitude. My wife has told me even if that was true, I should learn to control my temper; so, I have been making a valiant effort in my opinion to work towards controlling it but I must say it has only served to leave me all the more exhausted and weary.
As I lay beside her - something that feels foreign to me even now yet something that until recently has been a most welcome change – I find myself on high alert for signs of the unnatural around us yet all I can hear are the sounds from the tumultuous storm outside.