Though your body has been put into an unescapable sleep, your senses are still alive and working in your favor. The mindless thing that had possessed you must've thought of you as too weak and too easy to control and left you to struggle on your own. You feel the wind around you swirl into streaks and trails of icy blasts. You hear the strikes of thunder in the distance, feeling them creeping closer to the clearing you're trapped in. The humidity becomes so thick, you can practically drink the air. The air around you seemed to take life into its own invisible hands. It correses your face gently while you sleep with your eyes open. You see the clouds form into deadly weapons to anything on the ground. The wind and clouds summon the water from the sky. As the wind calms itself, the water from the dark clouds falls, gently hitting the ground and everything else below. The rain hits your soft and sleeping face. As it falls, it patters onto your sensitive skin. As the hours pass by, the rain falls harder, making small pattering noises as they hit your leather jacket. The wind picks up. The rain falls faster as the wind swirls in to different directions, causing it to land in every little place in the clearing. The water falls from the sky, unable to stop. A rain drop hits one of your scars on your leg exposed from your short, stripped dress. As your clothes become damp and make you uncomfortable. The fabric sticks to your shivering skin. Your now lifeless body continues to quiver while the dead body hovers over you. The glow from its eyes disappears as the wind swirls around it. The next gust of wind brushes the figure into dust. Your body lays on the grass as your heartbeat slowly dies away. The storm continues to rage on.
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Storms
Horror"What happened last night?" "I don't remember. All I remember is waking up to a bunch of dead bodies."
