unsettling feeling of doom

raven of the marsh sounded the alarm mystic named Marilee listened carefully first the bull frogs, then the spiders, now this three signs in three days; mischief was afoot spirit was in the air, Marilee strived to identify it A chill pierced her soul; she felt threatened this was not a spirit guide she knew or a loving ancestor Clairsentient, she sensed lilac and an ironed linen an old-fashioned entity, possibly female, but maybe not you do not know me, the spirit told her this message entered Marilee’s mind her neck hairs stood up on edge the air was heavy; she took a step the entity followed her what do you want? She asked not with words, but in her mind the lack of answer shook her a bit the sky was filled with grayscale fuzziness the woods felt ominous tonight Marilee walked toward her garden she had a strong feeling turkey buzzards would be here by morning an unsettling premonition