Creepypasta: Nightmare Fuel

114: It Only Comes on the Rainiest of Nights

It Only Comes on the Rainiest of Nights by Lagiacrus111

It comes on the rainiest of nights.

Before I start, I do not know what this thing truly is or where it comes from but I've seen it on four separate occasions. All I know is that it has shown up outside my house only when it's downpouring in the middle of the night...not every rainy night, but the rainiest ones; the ones where the rain is whipping sideways and the entire structure of your house is creaking from the wind. That kind of rain.

Anyway, as I recall, I was eight years old the first time I saw it. My parents had tucked me in to bed at around eight-thirty or so and at this time, a storm had just started to pick up outside. At the time, I loved the sound of storms and thunder so I lolled off to sleep pretty quickly as the patter of the rain against my window droned out the sound of the TV in the living room.

I don't know what time it was but sometime in the middle of the night, I just woke up. I wasn't startled awake, I just woke up. The light from the living room was out so I knew my parents were asleep and the storm outside had intensified to an insane level. Now, usually, at that age I would always be too scared to get up out of my bed in the middle of the night, but this time was different. I felt a pull to look out the window. I got up and walked over to the blinds, the sound of the whipping rain only three feet from me.

I leaned over my toy box and separated two of the bottom most blind strips and looked outside. At first, I couldn't see anything except the torrential rain and the American flag that was whipping in the wind in front of out house. I looked harder down the street then...I saw it. Goosebumps flew across my skin as my eyes widened. Standing at the bottom of out driveway was a very tall black figure. It had to be over eight feet tall and was very lanky. It was skinny and had no visible features. But even through the rain, I could make out its shape-humanoid. It didn't seem to have a head, or at least no neck to show for it. But that was all I could tell about its looks. There was one thing I knew for sure though. It was facing my window.

I started gasping for air as I stumbled away from the window, letting the slit in the blinds close shut. I fell onto my butt, gasping for air. There was just something not right about that thing.

I ran into my parent's room yelling and screaming. They jumped up, looking terrified at my reaction. I don't remember exactly what I said but I mentioned something at the bottom of the driveway. My dad grabbed the metal baseball bat from under their bed, made his way to the front of the house and stood in the open front door with the porch light on, looking out into the rain, water coming in through the front door.

After a minute, he closed the door and came over to me. "Are you sure you saw someone?" I nodded vigorously. "Maybe you just thought you saw something through all that rain." He stood up and ushered me back into my room.

I couldn't sleep for two more weeks. I went to school exhausted every day. My parents let me sleep in their room for a few nights to try to comfort me. They even talked about bringing me to see a psychiatrist since I wouldn't sleep. But before that was needed, I managed to fall asleep on my own one night.

Before long, I thought to myself 'I probably just saw it wrong. Maybe it was just the rain and my sleepy eyes that distorted what I saw.' Deep down, I knew that wasn't the truth.

The second time I saw it, I was fourteen, same house, same room. I had my door closed as I slept and the sound of whipping wind woke me up. A storm must have started while I was sleeping. It was getting strong, too. The events of that night flew back to me like déjà vu. My eyebrows raised as I involuntarily raised my shoulders since I was so...scared...so chilled. I don't know why I did this...I shouldn't have but I stood up and walked over to the blinds. A tear fell from my eye in fear as I parted the blinds.