Keep Quiet?... Or RUN!

HOW IT STARTED!!!!
I leaped out of bed, frantic to determine the source of my panic. Silence. All I could hear was the soft patter of rain on my roof and the booming of distant thunder. It must be downstairs, another crash, with pounding footsteps following, from the direction of the deafening noise... they were headed for the stairs. Then feet sprinting down the hallway loud as an elephant, past one room, then a second, suddenly coming to a stop at the third. It was only then that I realized, no one else was home, the door was locked, I was only one with the key, and the third door, is mine.
The door flew open, practically coming off its' hinges, lightning flashed, it made my room as bright as a summer day, but all I could see was the outline of a man, tall, broad, and soaked. Water dripping off his long trench coat with every breath he took, the only thing I could see were his eyes. The dark, green, beautiful eyes, of my father. The laughter and twinkle in his eyes long gone by now, just as long gone, as we thought he was.