by Melissa R. Bickel

Created on: May 01, 2009   Last Updated: May 03, 2009

I'm not lying! It's what she said, "it's only the wind".

I'll remember those words for as long as I live. I'd heard them repeated for over twenty-three years. As a child mom would tell my brother and I "it's only the wind", as if it covered every little fear or explained away any little sound we heard. I suppose in some way it did ease our childish concerns. If mom said it was the wind, then it was the wind.

Sam looked at me with such disbelief. I couldn't blame him, he wasn't ready to hear what I had to say. Mom was missing and that was his main concern.

"Wendy I'm not doubting she said that, but it doesn't explain her disappearance. What kind of message could, it's only the wind be? For pete's sake help me out here!"

To me it made sense, those last words held the key to her disappearance. It was the last thing she said to me, before she vanished. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I realized Sam was talking again.

"It's been over a week since you came over and told me your mom vanished. I searched her home from top to bottom. There was no evidence of foul play. I've notified the police, they can't find her. We've contacted your brother, friends and family, no one has seen her or has heard from her"!

Sam, I am aware of that. How would I be able to make him understand her disappearance, wasn't at the hands of any human. He wasn't ready to hear those words. Who really was ready to hear those words?

After Sam left I called James. I knew full well he wouldn't say anything to Sam about mom. He knew as I did, Sam wouldn't believe either of us.

"Wendy, is Sam gone"? James voice sounded a bit anxious.

Yes, he's gone. You know Sam isn't going to believe either of us. People refuse to see beyond what they can't conceive. Sam has no reason to believe us. It was hard to wrap my mind around it. Chills ran up and down my arm as the wind started to pick up.

"Sis, I know Sam is having a hard time, right now, he loves mom. If I didn't know the truth, I'd be finding it hard to believe myself."

James you need to get over here as soon as possible, it doesn't feel right. This house is...I'm scared. The wind is picking up, hurry up would ya!

"Wendy Sue, calm down, I'm on my way over right now. Give me ten minutes and I should be there."

Okay, but hurry James, something doesn't feel right. Hanging up the phone, I glanced at the clock, it was ten minutes till ten. The ticks from the clock had the hairs on my arms standing on end. Okay, so maybe the ticking of the clock was only part of it. It

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