A ghost story for Halloween

[beluosus]

She came on that night with snow-driven winds, whether fairy or spirit none could say. The wind shrieked as if the Furies were accusing us. From fear and unknown guilt we inhabitants of the town behind our barred doors vainly seeking sleep, our prohibited solace, remaind awake. The gods had deserted us or condemned us, or could not hear our prayers

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[ex_kharin447]

Reminds me a bit of The Drifting Snow, by August Derleth.