A "vertical slice" of fiction.
Old Rain
The muffled roar outside increased its intensity again, bordering on overwhelming.
“Gee, it’s really coming down,” she thought to herself. “Wonder if i should re-check the windows and doors just to make sure.”
Now that she had thought about the other windows and doors, laying quietly in her bed trying to sleep was in vain. The idea that one of them was open kept gnawing at her, both frustrating her and driving up concern that something was open.
Reluctantly, she carefully lifted the covers a small amount and slid out of the warm bed. This was going to be a quick trip, and it was cold, it’d be a shame to lose the warmth her body had already generated in the bed.
The lights were off. Her eyes were far too adjusted to the dark to turn them on, so she slowly felt her way down the fall to the front door. The wind and rain was stronger here, some water was forcing its way under the door, but aside from this everything seemed alright.
Crossing into the lounge, thick carpet under foot, she assessed the space in the dark. She could barely hear herself breath the rain was so loud.
Slowly the hair on the back of her forearms stood to attention, as though she had built up a static charge. A cold sensation moved its way down her back before encompassing her.
The sensation confused her. “What on earth is -“
A lightning bolt struck the roof, sending a surge of light and sound ripping through the house, assaulting her senses.
The power was off now, all the little LED indicators for the TV and other devices in the lounge quickly faded.
A old shadow shifted and grew out of the darkness.