The rain was the calm before the storm. I on other hand have only had a storm and no calm. They said I was crazy, that I didn't know what I was talking about. They said that my memories of that tragic night where simply hallucinations, fractions of my insanity. But I knew they weren't! I remember seeing them. There black cloaks, there faces hidden behind them making it seem as if they had no faces at all. But I knew they existed, I knew she existed. I remember her malevolent dark eyes staring at me wanting to hurt me, wanting to kill me as she did my parents. But that day something stoped her, and I intend to know what.