During the Storm

The sky grows dark as the air gets cold. The wind whips my hair around as I step out of my car and head to the empty cabin.

As I step inside, it smells of the cold and wood. I close my eyes as the memories flood my mind.

"Winnie, I love you."

A voice whispers in my ear, I open my eyes looking around in the darkness. The house creaks as I stare into the space before me.

How did it happen? Why didn't anyone believe me?

As I get my things into the cabin, I hear sirens go off.

The crack of thunder rumbles through the house, as the sky lights up.

Just another storm.

This is where it always starts.