The Noise

 There was a loud crash of lightening outside of the window; the heavy rain was beating against the window like waves crashing into a boat, Dave never liked the rain, especially at night, it was somewhat of a phobia of his. With every crash of lightening he flinched, he absolutely hated lightening, despising it more than anything. Another flash appeared outside his window, followed a few seconds later by an ear deafening clap of thunder, Dave jumped out of his chair. 'I fucking hate that damn thunder' he whispered to himself. 'I fucking hate it' . He was sitting facing the window on his laptop, as he usually did late at night, browsing some funny website, as per usual. 

Casually glancing down at the corner of the screen he saw the time, Holy shit, it's already 11:30pm he thought to himself, 'I need to go to sleep,' he muttered under his breath as he started to shut down his laptop. Dave was turning of his laptop and getting ready to go to sleep, he glanced out of his window to look at the rain pounding against it. Whenever it rained at night he was always a little more agitated, already being afraid of the dark as it is. He had always been scared of the dark, ever since he was a child, but something about the rain made it seem even more unsettling. He really hated the rain.  

As Dave lay in bed trying to ignore the thunderous claps and the rattling sound of the rain bashing against his window, he thought about the day ahead. He was turning 19 tomorrow so it was a pretty big day for him, on top of that it would be the last day of college too, so tomorrow was going to be pretty hectic. He tossed and turned in his bed, wishing that the rain would just stop, and leave him be for ten minutes so he could get to sleep, but alas, the rain was persistent and refused to go away. Looking at his phone to see the time he saw it read 11:45, god damn it, just stop raining he exclaimed in his mind. As he looked at his phone, he received a text, 'Hey, are you still up...?,' it read. 

A little smile came out of Dave's mouth, it was Molly, his friend from college, he liked Molly, he really liked Molly but had never mustered up the courage to say anything to her, not being brave enough for that. Molly was about five foot with a small petite figure and shoulder length black hair. She always seemed to be smiling too and always so happy with an unquestionable positive outlook on everything and this is why Dave liked her. He didn't really care what she dressed liked or looked liked, though she was pretty, he liked her because she was her and honestly, she had an amazing personality. 

'Yeah, I'm still up, I can't sleep because of this damn thunder, I really hate the thunder,' Dave replied. He lay his head back on the pillow and found a large smile creeping along his face as he thought of Molly. Closing his eyes for a second he listened to the rain and the heavy wind hit his window, even though he hated the rain at night more than anything, he had to admit that it was a little relaxing to listen to when snuggled up warm in bed. He looked back at his phone, 12:05 it read, and no reply from Molly, he guessed she had just fallen asleep or something, but he couldn't help but worry, maybe he had said something stupid, or maybe she thinks he's weird... but these thoughts were quickly dismissed due to the fact that it was midnight and Dave still couldn't get to sleep. He decided to put on some music from his IPod to try block out the rain, so he put his headphones in and listened to whatever he could to escape the noises of the thunder and rain that he hated so much. 

When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on a small island in the middle of a long lake, rain pouring down his face, thunder roaring in the distance, he looked around the dark sky, it seemed darker than the inside of a cave, he couldn't see more than two feet in front of his face, yet he had a uncomfortable feeling that something was out there, he could feel someone's presence. His heart started to pound as he heard whispers coming from afar, the rain pouring down his face onto his clothes, the cold air assaulting his skin like a knife through butter. He tried to walk, but it felt like there was a strong presence holding him down, as if he was standing in quick sand and couldn't move his feet. The whispers were coming closer and closer, the vile sounds of the voices invading his ear drums. He wanted to run, to get away from the voices but he just couldn't, he tried to cover his ear, but it was no use, he just wanted to run, to get away, he just wanted to RUN.