C288 Midnight Ghost Shriek

I — good — wrong — ah!

I died so wrongly …

Ah, injustice …

It was night, and the north wind was blowing. It was as if they were crying, but also as if someone was whispering to each other. The wind rustled the grass and trees, like a child running up a gravel path, laughing and making a racket.

The wind was still and the trees were still. Silence.

But at this moment