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.