“What is that noise?” The wind under the door. “What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?” Nothing again nothing. “Do “You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember “Nothing?”
This makes me think of that boundary between the dead and living where the wind is unseen, just as a soul or a ghost could be believed to roam the earth. You see nothing but you can hear the wind, you can believe you hear the living dead. Its unnatural.