It was dead silent, and I knew what was going to happen. The wind had died without a sound. The trees still moved though. I felt the strength draining from my body. The Pulling Freak was here. He pulled everything with him, sucking the life out of every thing. The plants wilted and died, and I was going with it. Then something scarier than imaginable happened. The last thing I ever saw was the Freak appearing in front of my eyes, smiling maliciously.