It whispers beneath all there it goes.
Rain poured down onto the tiled roof. "Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter", the rain spoke repeatedly.
I listened to rain as I was seated on my couch watching Dateline. The dark night blinded all the light around. Stars shined from above, glistering beautifully. I lived in the middle of a forest, in a cabin all alone. I was quite scary for the most part but I got used to it. It was peaceful and better than the bright city lights and cars flooding the roads with loud sounds never ending. I just liked it. Nice and quiet. I continued to watch my show then a grumbled erupted. I walked over to the kitchen to make myself whatever was leftover in the fridge. I opened the fridge door mid way, but then I heard a huge crash outside. I quickly was alarmed and ran to see what happen. I peaked through the curtains to see just to find nothing but my trashcan just on its side. I had a feeling, a bad feeling. Not the normal kind where you would just shake it off. This was just a weird vibe that it gave me. I walked over back to the kitchen to find my backdoor wide open. Wind made the curtains flow like waves. I ran over to close the door. As reached to close the door I thought to myself. Did someone sneak into my house? If so what?
I shut the door tight and turn around to check my surroundings. Nothing looked out of the ordinary but one thing caught my eye. The fridge door. It was closed. I never closed the door when I ran to check out what was the clatter that alerted me.
