I looked around the room, peering into the complete darkness. I couldn't see nor hear anything. What had woken me up?
Suddenly, a bright flash of lighting and giant bang of thunder sounded throughout my room. I jumped and flung the covers over my head, covering my ears.
The thunder and lighting kept on coming. It didn't seem to stop. I began to shake and felt tears fill my eyes. 'Screw me and my Astraphobia,' I thought, cowering underneath the blankets and starting to cry heavily.
I was sure the sound of the storm outside was the only thing that could be heard throughout our house. But aparently during my sobbing, I had woken up my best friend, who had been sleeping peacefully in the room beside mine.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when something opened my door. Tears still flowing, I peaked out from underneath the now soaked sheets. A figure standing in the doorway was illuminated by the huge bolts of lightning outside. It appeared to be leaning against the wall. I cried out once more and closed my eyes, praying that whatever it was would leave me alone.
"P-Please, don't hurt me," I whimpered, feeling extremely overwhelmed by fear. Not daring to look at the shadow once more, I held my breath, praying that this was all a dream.
"Josh? What's going on?"
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