The act of sighing is composed of two actions.

You breathe in. You breathe out. Those two things.

So.

This happened while I was in high school. At the time I got my own room on the second floor of the house. It was kind of small but it was the first time I had a space to call my own so I was very pleased with it. I could even lock myself away and study for my tests in there.

That night I had my textbook for grammar or something open and was preparing for my test the following day.

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Then, ten minutes after I’d begun.

I’m not the type of person who can focus on studying for long periods of time and had already grown tired of it. I took a deep breathe for what should have become a big sigh.

As I did,

“Fuu.”

Something on the other side of the window beat me to it.

As I stated above, my room is on the second floor, there’s no way anything should have been able to sigh from the other side.

I got goosebumps and ran from the room.

And yeah, that’s it. That’s the story.