It appeared one day in the hallway of our bedroom, without any warning or announcement, as

if it had always been there.

I was the one who found it.

It was early morning.

The darkness hadn't yet dissipated, and I was getting ready to go out for a jog, trying

hard not to disrupt my wife's soft snores, as I slipped my shoes on.

I got up, stretched my legs, and began creeping out of the room.

When I felt it at the back of my neck, sudden burst of cold air, nipping at the flesh

of my neck, causing goosebumps to spring up on my arm.

I gasp as tremors ran through my body.

What the fuck?

I take a step back.

There it was.

I actually cold-win, like the breath of an ice dragon, being exhaled by the wooden frame

on the door.

Where did it come from?

Was there something wrong with the plumbing?

I scanned the walls, no dampness in the walls anywhere.

What else could it be?

Maybe the old bones of the house had cracked with age, allowing the wind to squirm its

way in.

I had no idea.

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