The sound that woke me last night was terrifying, yet exhilarating. It seemed that I had heard it before, perhaps in my childhood. It stired up memories and a satisfying longing that had been nagging persistently at the back of my mind.
Suddenly the power went out, just as I noticed the alarm clock shone neon green, 2:02 in the morning. I lay there in bed, waiting. The sound that followed was incomperhencable. I thought, maybe it's a herd of raccoons, bent on eating my face, was running across the roof of my trailer. Shivers of mother's terrifying horrors ran quickly down my spine, yet just as quickly turned into goosebumps of excitement.
My window lit up in a brilliance of white blinding light, and the walls shook in the aftermath.
Rain had found the Neophyte Homestead.