Thunder wasn’t dangerous. At least, that’s what Echo’s mommy and daddy used to say. To him, it rumbled like a horrifying giant waking from a long sleep, and he never knew if it would swallow him whole. To him, the thunder was a hungry demon, ready to devour him at any time.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnU8NmbmXAI
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He pressed his face to the window of his tiny flat above Snickerdock Street, watching the fog curl around the gas lamps like slow, gray fingers. The wind rumbled and roared and somewhere, a couple of stray cats could be heard, meowing a symphony of horror and sadness that echoed through the foggy streets of London.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNHAZfvZTPt
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Echo whimpered like an injured puppy and hid underneath the kitchen table. He usually did this when he felt scared, sad, or anxious. The table was his sanctuary, a small world where a boy could hide from everything that felt too big or too loud. When Sir Whiskers was near, the thunder didn’t seem so loud, the wind didn’t seem so fierce, and the world felt a little less scary.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Hon5LPk8V
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It was nine o'clock in the evening and Echo’s mommy and daddy hadn’t made it home yet. Echo was very angry at his mommy and daddy for leaving him home alone. Mommy was probably still at the library, arranging books that smelled of ink and old paper, while Daddy was at the clock shop around the corner, tinkering with clocks that ticked too loudly for quiet little ears. Echo stomped his feet under the kitchen table, Sir Whiskers pressing close, and muttered to himself about how unfair it was to be left alone while the sky rumbled like a hungry giant above London.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqNHHTPjtM0
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Suddenly! CRACK!!!!43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39cnvwobcW
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The thunder exploded above, shaking the windows and rattling Echo’s teeth. It felt as if the sky itself was pounding on the roof, trying to get him.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQZLhuhVbJM
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CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo3yrF9VJpz
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Three more thunderclaps shook the flat, rattling the windowpanes and making Echo flinch so hard he pressed his face into Sir Whiskers’ face. The sky was a giant’s drum, pounding just for him.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3mKklXMJYa
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- Mommy! Mommy! I’m scared! I don’t like thunderclaps!" Echo shrieked, tears streaming down his cheeks like a furious river. The wind rattled the windowpanes, and even Sir Whiskers flinched at the booming sky.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSj8jvdz5SQ
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Echo hugged Sir Whiskers tightly, letting his small arms wrap around his warm, cozy body. It made him feel… better. Or at least a little better.
- Echo… Echo… Echo…”
The voice floated through the kitchen, soft but strange, curling around the furniture and the rattling windowpanes. Echo froze, his heart hammering. He peeked out from under the table. Who was calling him? And where—oh, where—were the voices coming from?43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQlbOPz2sdI
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- Echo… Echo… Echo…”43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhjUH8XhGBn
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Echo could hear the voices again. Louder. Clearer. Louder and clearer than before.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwimpx1WrLj
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Gathering courage like a thin cloak around his small shoulders, Echo crept toward the voices. The window. Outside, the storm twisted and roared, and the fog slithered around the gas lamps like slow, gray fingers. The voices whispered his name again, soft, hollow, almost sad. Echo pressed his hands to the sill, peering through the streaked glass. The world beyond looked ordinary enough… and yet, somehow, it wasn’t.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3WgspAVlga
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he stared out the window…43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVLHMn5aGB3
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Then he saw them…43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbzQXgkGWJn
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He saw them all…43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq8LFrKgTPJ
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Tiny faces peered from the clouds, pale as moonlight, their eyes wide and full of quiet sorrow. Some had tangled, wispy hair that floated as if underwater; others had neat braids or curls that shimmered faintly in the stormlight. A few had bangs that clung to their foreheads, damp from the mist, and one little girl’s hair drifted like silver smoke. All of them looked at him, their expressions small and sad, and yet somehow impossibly alive.
They all stared. All of them, eyes wide and unblinking, fixed on him.
- Who… who are you?" Echo whispered, his voice trembling.
- We were once you," said a girl with auburn braids, her voice soft, almost like the wind. "We were once children like you."
- We were once children. We were all children long ago… in the days before gas lamps, when London was dark, narrow, and full of smoke. A time the sky still remembers, a time when King James the First ruled over England”, said another girl, her hair was coppered, her face freckled, and tied in a long ponytail.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFU7adzyYH
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- But alas… we all met a most gruesome fate," a boy with curly, midnight-black hair sighed, his ghostly voice drifting like fog. "You see, we did, because of the horrible plague that terrorized London in those dark days."
- Sickness? What kind of sickness?" Echo whispered, blinking up at them. He didn’t understand the word ‘plague,’ but it made his stomach twist.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSGYRBSBdHa
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- It was called "The Sweating Sickness", The redhaired girl said, her voice trembling like smoke in the fog. "It made us feel hot and cold all at once… our skin sticky like we’d fallen in a puddle of sweat, our heads spinning as if the clouds themselves were spinning around us. Our hearts beat so fast it felt like tiny hammers banging in our chests, and sometimes… sometimes we shivered so hard we couldn’t stop, like leaves in a storm."
- The Sweating Sickness took us," said the black-haired boy, his small body shaking. Tears ran down his pale, chalky cheeks like silver rivers. "We miss our parents… oh, how we miss them!"
- We miss the games we played in the sun… the sweet smell of bread from the bakerman’s stall… racing each other through the narrow streets, laughing until our sides hurt. We miss being children, even for just a little while”, the brownhaired girl said. Sobbing loudly.
- That’s why we called for you Echo, we thought that maybe, just maybe you could help us fulfill our wish”, the red haired girl said.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡULZAXv62yQ
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- Aye, lad, ye really ought tae help those wee bairns," Sir Whiskers said, whiskers twitching. "They’ve been waitin’ far too lang, and it’s nae fair."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZpYs6N1rcJ
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Echo was understandably surprised over the fact that Sir Whiskers could talk. But he didn’t have time for be too surprised. He wanted to help those poor spectral children among the stormy clouds.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNT0TUUKatb
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And he knew EXACTLY what to do.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrZ5iTICVGR
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- I know exactly what to do!" he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his youthful face.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ12ORjT7aOC
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- Aye, that’s the spirit lad!", Sir Whiskers exclaimed.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmummM5I5K
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Echo was, of course, surprised that Sir Whiskers could talk. But there was no time to dwell on that. Those poor spectral children, hovering in the stormy clouds, needed help, and Echo knew exactly what to do.
- Aye, that’s the spirit lad!" Sir Whiskers purred. "Well, dinnae just stand there for heaven’s sake! Tell me, what’s your plan?!"43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxyAgGltShC
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- You’ll see, you’ll see”, Echo answered and spun around. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPhd47ns89
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Echo began bolting down the narrow kitchen corridor, his small feet thumping on the floorboards.
- Wait! Wait! Wait for me, lad!" Sir Whiskers shouted. "Ye run so fast, I cannae keep up with ye!"43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡley8DNKLIB
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- I don’t have time to wait, I’m dreadfully sorry Sir Whiskers!”, Echo shouted. His voice bounced off the kitchen walls as ran.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjV4fUDn7m4
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Echo and Sir Whiskers darted down to the basement of the house. To Echo, it was a dark, shadowy, and frightening place, every creak of the floorboards and drip of water echoing like a ghostly whisper. The corners seemed to twist and deepen, swallowing light, and even Sir Whiskers’ tail bristled slightly as he padded beside him.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNw3IfJPEtN
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He darted right into the room where his mommy and daddy kept all their birthday stuff. Echo’s heart lifted for a moment, balloons, streamers, and a small pile of presents reminded him of past birthdays filled with laughter and cake. Even now, with the storm raging outside, he could almost feel the warmth of those days.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuM3gvIDj1w
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He quickly grabbed a handful of party balloons, tying them to a couple of toys scattered around the room. Then he flung open the basement door and dashed outside, Sir Whiskers hot on his heels.
- Come on, lad! Tell me, what are ye goin’ to do with those toys and balloons?!" Sir Whiskers called.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuBAYiNXJ4U
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- Just be patient, Sir Whiskers," Echo said, clutching the balloons so tightly they squeaked. "You’ll see soon enough what I’m planning."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmqRgKNXl9e
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- Aye, patience… Fine. But ye'd best not blow us both away, lad." Sir Whiskers snorted.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKcsMKjeecY
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Once outside, Echo let go of all the balloons. He and Sir Whiskers watched as they rose from Echo’s hand and drifted up, up, up into the stormy sky. The wind caught them at once, snatching them like brightly colored birds and carrying them toward the churning clouds above.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kqUB67IsQ
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Once the balloons floated into the clouds, the ghostly children reached for them eagerly, their misty fingers brushing the bright strings. And oh how they beamed! Their little faces glowed with joy, as if the storm itself had brightened just for them!43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡts1ngEoQKa
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Then their expressions shifted from happiness to wide-eyed wonder.
- What are these marvels?" whispered the brownhaired girl, turning a balloon gently in her translucent hands.
- They’re light as air…" said the blackhaired boy, poking the rubbery surface in awe. - We had no such things… not in our time."
The redhaired girl held up a toy robot, blinking at its shiny plastic face. . - Is this a creature? Or a knight made of metal?"
Their curiosity shimmered through the clouds, turning the stormy sky into a place of delighted whispers and giggles.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkCwaFccTwH
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- Thank you, Echo! Oh, thank you for these most wonderfully peculiar things!" the redhaired girl cried, clutching her balloon as if it were a treasure.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVikqrQkmwT
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- Thank you Echo, you’ve fulfilled our wish! Now we have something to play with everyday!” the blackhaired boy said. Waving happily.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzbjCHqqDEx
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The other spectral children joined him, their pale hands fluttering in excitement, their misty forms shimmering with happiness.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBsAOxZ3rNe
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- Now that you’ve shown us that you’ve a heart of gold, we’ll do something nice for you!” the redhaired girl said. Smiling at Echo.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiUAXutihpA
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- Tell us your wish and we'll fulfill it!”, the brownhaired girl said.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQcbQNMn8IQ
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- Would you mind making the stormy weather go away, I’m terribly frightened of violent thunderstorms”, Echo answered.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslLO3m3Lg5
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- Sure!” the ghostly children answered.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKLgyGoyg5h
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At once, the mist around them began to glow. The pale, spectral children lifted their hands toward the sky, their fingers shimmering like moonlit frost. A soft humming filled the air, low at first, then rising, gentle and sweet, like an old lullaby the wind had forgotten.
The storm shuddered.
The thunder, once roaring like an angry giant, softened to a mumble… then to a sigh… then to nothing at all.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXsarj1AcNR
The lightning flickered one last time, a quiet, harmless blink before fading into the clouds.
Echo watched in awe as the clouds loosened, uncoiling like a tired lions settling down to sleep. The fog thinned, drifting away in soft ribbons. And slowly, beautifully, the sky brightened.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrG4t73t0Nh
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- No more thunderstorms for today!” the ghost children said. And then they all vanished like fog.
Echo stood quietly on the doorstep, Sir Whiskers pressed against his leg, as the last scraps of fog melted into the night. The street felt calm now—soft, gentle—even the gas lamps flickered in a friendlier way.
Then he heard it:
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Footsteps hurrying down the cobblestones.
Around the corner came two familiar figures, their brown hairs drenched in water, trench coats flapping in the fading wind, t’was his mommy and daddy. They were out of breath, cheeks pink from the cold, worry painted across their faces.
- Echo! his mother cried the moment she saw him. She ran the last few steps and dropped to her knees, pulling him into a tight, warm hug that smelled of rain and lavender soap. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP02qsOmiOZ
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- Oh sweetie, we’re so sorry! That awful thunderstorm trapped us in a traffic jam, we couldn’t get back sooner!” Echo’s mommy said.
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- We were scared half to death when we saw the lightning. Are you all right lad? You’re not hurt, are you?”
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- I’m okay,” he whispered. And as he hugged them both, he glanced up at the clear, peaceful sky.
Far above, just for a heartbeat, he thought he saw a tiny pale face smiling at him from the clouds before it faded like a breath on glass.
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