It's a dark and stormy night.
The wind is howling through the trees.
The thunder's rumbling in the sky, sounding like cannon fire.
In the house the fear is tangible.
You can feel it and smell it.
The power's out, candles are burning everywhere.
She's sitting alone in the corner crying softly.
As she sits slowly rocking back and forth she's telling herself it'll be okay.
But she's afraid.
Afraid of the darkness.
Afraid of the noises.
Afraid of herself.
She doesn't want to know.
She wants it to stay locked in the recesses of her mind.
But it won't stay there.
It's slowly emerging, coming to the surface.
She lets out a scream; she can't do it.
As the scenes flash through her mind she runs for the door.
Not caring about the wind and the rain, the lightening and thunder.
She rushes blindly into the woods, trying to out run the memories.
As the storm rages on she falls over a fallen tree.
She curls into a ball and the blessed blackness engulfs her.
As the storm finally ends she lies montionless.
She has escaped her torture.
She is finally free.