A/N: This story is still being edited, so be prepared for changes!
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Have you ever listened to the voices in a thunderstorm?
They're terrifying.
All they do is scream.
It's been raining here for years now.... I've become numb to the sound.
They're almost white noise, those screams.
Just a note past annoying.
They die down every now and then.
When the cats and dogs turn to gravel against the window.
They always come back with the thunder.
I'm nearly tempted to go out there and kill them myself!
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But what good would that do? I'd just join them.
That writhing mass...
It's just a shadow in the distance now. Towering over the houses to the east.
I probably could have seen it if we lived on the hill, but that's restricted for the rich folk.
And we're certainly not rich... no matter how we look it. We just have an old family and an old house.
Oh, they're back! That silence was getting a little scary for a second!
It's strange how calming they are...
The screams echo through the valley.
On the first night everyone could hear it. Then the next it was louder.
Mom and Dad left to investigate a while ago. Told me to stay...
They never came back though. Neither did anyone else.
Their voices simply added to the screams.
You'd think they'd be dead by now. Considering the lack of resources
Then again, so should I.
Our rations were almost out when the screams started... and I haven't eaten a thing in months.
Then again, I don't think I need to.
I'm glad for that.
It means we can simply sit by the window and watch the rain.
I wonder what it looks like.
Up close I mean.
I can almost see it wandering the streets in the rain. Just a grey blob in the distance...
It stops when it screams though. I wonder why.
Does the rain hurt?
I sure hope it doesn't! It's clearly too large to fit in any home now!
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I wonder what it looks like. Do you know, Mr. Owl?
Is it grey and blobby like eraser dust?
Or red and bloody like the inside of a cow?
Maybe I'll check when the rain lets up.
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Voices in a Thunderstorm
TerrorWhen a mysterious creature appears out of nowhere, what are you to do when you believe you are the last person standing? Warning: There will be mentions of suicide [Going through the process of editing, so be prepared for changes. Constructive crit...