Day 1,870

They called it the Whispering Trail for the way the wind blew through the bones that littered the ground and never talked about the way the breeze seemed to speak. Of course it couldn't possibly speak, it was definitely just the wind and the mind playing tricks on you.

Never mind how close that last flurry sounded to your mother's name and how you're suddenly worried that the wind and bones know where she is. She's safe as she ever was and will be. It couldn't possibly harm someone more than turning an umbrella inside out or otherwise being an inconvenience, it was definitely just the wind and the mind playing tricks on you.

You should expect the bones to move at least a little, the trail is so narrow that little pockets of harsh gusts that do tend to rattle everything around at least a little. They couldn't possibly move by themselves - they're just old broken bones after all - it was definitely just the wind and the mind playing tricks on you.

You shouldn't be hearing the air mutter into your ear at all hours of the day regardless of where you are. There's no reason why it would follow you home, not unless you took something from the trail or something from the trail has taken a liking to you.