And As You Walk Away

As I open my eyes, the world forms around me. The night sky above me, the damp grass under my back. Sitting up, I look around. I recognise where I am. It's the local school. The place is empty, as it usually is at this time of night.
I stand up, start to walk around. Why am I here? I think to myself. Suddenly, a voice calls out from behind me.
"Ashm," the voice is quiet, weak. Turning slowly, I face the person behind me. It's a female, that's for sure. But she has no distinguishable features, no way to recognise her. Her face is blank, expressionless. Her hair has no colour that I can determine, it changes smoothly, rapidly.
"Who are you?" I ask. The girl doesn't reply, she simply turns and walks away. The state that I am in, I am aware of everything. Figures flash around me, cold, a weeping face with bleeding mascara, lonely youths with acoustic guitars. The world is filled with noise, colour, and life. The girl continues to slowly walk away. My need to follow suddenly increases. I take a step forward, and the chaos disperses. Silence.
I am in a field of headstones, crumbling away. As she walks away, through the headstones, grains of stone reverse, float up, rebuilding the headstones, perfecting their ruin.
Another step forward. The headstones disappear. She is getting further and further away. Throwing caution to the wind, I run after her. She turns again, facing me. Now her face is beautiful, composed of all the pain, hurt, and love in my life. I stop in my tracks. Her long, brown hair flows in the sudden wind.
It all goes black. I hear her voice again, calling out through the dark.
"Hindsight. It's a beautiful thing, it shows successes and mistakes, fear and love."

Whistling

Based on trufax... kinda.

There it is again. A low whistling, almost like a howl. It comes with the wind, as if the wind was causing it. That's
what most people would think. Just the wind blowing across something. Like when you blow acress the top of a bottle.
But, you know better than most people. You know that this noise is too unatural to be created by the wind. It's eerie,
and sends a chill down your spine. You've lived your life to the fullest, but there's still more to come. You don't
want to die. But this noise is not a good sign. It means your time is almost up. It means they've found you. They've been roaming this earth for centuries now, waiting for someone to remember them. You see, they operate on memory. Memory, and as long as someone in the world remembers, they reamin here. Looking to add to their ranks. Their number has remained unchanged for decades now; no one has learnt of their existence. For only when you learn of them, do they become aware of you. Anytime after you become learn of them they will come for you. It could be weeks, months, or even years before they find you. But they will. Sometimes, it's almost instant. Even as you read this, they could be on their way. There are always signs. The eerie whistling, sudden winds, coldness, and most of all, paranoia. For these beings create paranoia. Paranoia is a sign of their presence.
Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not there.