"On Tuesday, there will be a 95% chance of rain."
Then why isn't it raining?
"It could rain later today so bring your umbrella."
But it's not raining.
When will it rain?
Scrap ... scratch ... scratch ... scrap
I can hear the bad things coming.
When will the rain start?
When will he come?
"Why won't it rain?"
They're coming for me. Their claws scrap against the windows.
Crash ... clank...
The shattered bits of glass pierce my bare feet as I run out of my room.
"The door won't open?"
They're bodies drag against the floor boards.
I can't get out.
The bad things are infront of me now.
The doors are locked.
The door opens up.
"Your safe now."