Years ago, as a teenager I was home alone. I think my family had gone out for the night. I wasn’t about hanging out with family, too cool for that sort of thing. The rumblings of a storm started as dusk set in. I was watching a scary movie and finished roughly about as the storm dropped every bit of moisture it had on my roof. My house would lose power during hard downpours, heavy snow/ice this was no exception as the lights flickered off. I got a creepy feeling but ignored it as I went upstairs to read with my battery powered reading light. I was about 60% of the way to my room when I heard steps on the stairs I had been on. “Nah, just the thunder or something I was home alone” I thought. The steps got quicker and I hopped in to my room and shut the door. The steps stopped shortly at my door. The lightning flashed with a short boom as my bedroom door flew open, it was then the that shrillest sound every heard by human ears filled the room. It was me screaming at the top of my lungs as the veil of darkness parted and aided by the remnants of a flash of lightning I see my dog Brandy run into the room scared of the thunder storm and wanted to hang out.
Sleep did not come easily that night in the cabin in the woods, for the pictures on the walls were of the demented, the deformed, and the damned. Sleep has never come easily since, for when I awoke I saw that there were no pictures on the walls, only windows.