The thunder clapped making my blood run cold. I hated thunder escpecially when I was little, The booming the house rattling it all scared me to no end. I took a quick glance around my surroundings. We all knew this: first came thunder then came lightning. The lightning brightened the scenery for a mere five seconds and it was as if it was broad daylight and then back into the pitch black. In those five seconds I saw the filled silhouette of a burly figure. Just standing there in the middle of the road breathing heavily. I could literally see the high rise of his chest and the slow fall. This scared me to a whole new level screw the thunder! I speed walked all the way to my apartment.
I finally made it in and I was shivering I took off my jacket and layed it across the couch. I put the kettle filled with water on the stove to make tea. Oh, I couldn't wait for the tea to be done. To kill time and make me warm I reached for the heater by the window. The thunder clapped and I screeched and tripped over what? I don't know. I quickly got back up feeling ashamed of my self. The lights flickered and soon they were
gone.
The lightning then came and the same burly figure was standing in front of my window. I screamed a blood curdling scream. I was on the ground behind my couch about to break out into tears. Who is that? Am I going crazy? Or is this just some temporary malfunction going on inside of me. The thunder sounded again and he lighting followed suit. I prayed that I wouldn't see this figure. I was facing away from the window. I could see my kitchen and hallway. I blinked.
He stood in my kitchen staring me down.
The tears finally let loose. I screamed all the way to my room I slammed and locked the door, my heartbeat losing control. I sat on my bed rocking my self like a child. Three slight raps on the door really made me lose it
"What do you want!?" I screamed through sobs. Once again I prayed that this was the last time it ever happened. The thunder clapped and the lighting followed suit. I finally saw the figure clearly. He stood at the edge of my bed. This guy had on no shirt, milk chocolate skin, a six pack, and only basketball shorts on. A piece of his hair was dyed blonde
The light stayed for a while as if it froze. A gust of wind blew through the room
"You." The wind carried his whisper.
