Stormy Night

Here's my first. I know it's not perfect, but that's part of the reason I'm doing this blog, to make it better. "Practice doesn't necessarily make perfect...perfect practice makes better." Tell me what you think!

The thunder clapped loudly as she sat in her sad excuse of a room.

She had just moved here.

All of the boxes were scattered randomly across the room cascading eerie shapes on the bleached walls every time lightning struck. While she sat, she couldn't help but think that this move was a bad idea.

The thunder clapped again, which startled her. Then a noise. This wasn't any normal noise. It sounded like some sort of unearthly call from the very depths of hell. It was some sort of moan. She walked through the living room and to the front door. The sound got nearer and nearer as she walked forward. She slowly opened the door. It was too dark to tell what it was. Everything was pitch black. Just then a wet creature bolted through the crack in the door. Sopping wet. Whew, she thought, just the cat.

She stumbled across the unfamiliar living room to her new room, and jumped into bed. KABOOM! She has always hated thunderstorms. She pulled her multicolored afghan over her head. Lightning, followed by thunder, yet again. She closed her eyes and kept saying to herself everything was going to be ok, but was it?

All the sounds in the small apartment were amplified now. She laid there quietly while the storm blustered on around her. Just as she was about to fall asleep, a strange screech echoed in the empty room. Her eyes shot open. It's nothing...it's nothing...it's nothing. Her hot breath stifled her, but she refused to take the blanket off of her head. The screeching continued.

CRASH! She shot up straight. Her window had broken, and a tree limb waved creepily in her room, and the wind and rain blew in. Well, crap... She closed the blinds as much as they would go over her window, grabbed her pillow and blanket, and walked into the living room. Throwing her pillow on the couch, she wrapped her blanket around her and flung herself on the couch. Every little movement she made made the leather couch squeak loudly. Frustrated, she looked out straight into the dark room and waited for sleep.

A pair of eyes stared back at her. Glowing.