“Drip”

“Drop”

 With every rain drop Zane could feel himself being suffocated with every breath he took. It felt almost demonic. The rain drops set a steady rhythm through the house, but not a very calming one.  It was like an awful melody that wouldn’t end.

 A cold draft seeped into the home, which caused a chill in the air, as if it was winter, but in reality it was the dead of summer.

It was the middle of the night, but he couldn’t close his eyes, not even for a second. Every time he would close his eyes,  the distant thunder would cause him to tremble in fear and his throat would start to hurt.

 A flash of lightning illuminated the room to show the ripped wallpaper dangling off the walls. The sound of floorboards creaking through the hall almost made Zane leap out of bed to turn on the lights. But before he could make a step, a loud rumble of thunder that sounded like a huge tree fell, causing him to rush back to his bed and squeeze his pillow tight. 

Zane could hear the sound of gravel being crunched under the weight of something like someone walking in the driveway.

 Zane sighed in relief and told himself that it had to be grandfather coming home from work. It would make no sense for it to be anybody else. We are the last house on the stone lane. Who would drive down the old stone lane other than his grandfather at this time of night? They lived fifteen miles from the nearest town, “It would make no sense”, Zane said to himself. 

What surprised Zane the most was the fact that he didn’t hear the sound of his grandfather’s old pickup truck coming down the driveway.