As I lay in bed, I can see the tree’s shadow dancing on my walls.
It’s a cold and windy night, a storm is approaching.
Sometimes, I feel the wind will rip the roof right off.
I am all by myself, about 30 miles out-of-town.
It’s almost midnight and the wind is blowing hard.
I always get a strange feeling at night, when the clock strikes 12.
I try my best to get comfortable, trying not to think, that I am all alone.
All of a sudden, I hear a loud noise outside. The noise gets closer and closer.
Something is outside, running around my place. It’s so close, I can hear it breathing.
Reblogged this on daritylagunzad and commented:
The story was awesome.. 😀 xD
I remember when the typhoon haiyan strikes Tacloban.. The tragedy of typhoon Haiyan in Tacloban
Lol… I will work on it tomorrow, I guess. Or I could leave it like that to keep people guessing, what happens next. 🙂
Great start to a story…how will you finish it??? Hint…hint! 😀