The Stalking Fear

I was raised in the suburbs of the city, a place of peace, a cul-de sac, no less, where there was never the roar of traffic, or the danger of the pressing crowds. We were close to the coast, and a sea breeze would often haul itself through the streets, and occasionally, if ever I were to clamber onto the roof of my house, I would see the masts of the ships as they passed, rising and falling with the hidden exhalations of the ocean. My dreams were often given life by the chiming of wind charms...