“I cant move.”

She thought to herself. She was paralysed, she couldn’t move her body, it didn’t hurt, but she knew this was strange, something she had never felt before. She was home alone. Outside, she could hear the build-up of a storm, the rain was getting heavier, and the wind was getting stronger.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before her body finally allowed her to move and change position in her single bed. She was relieved. Another unknown occurrence, they just seemed to be piling up.

She gave herself a few minutes before deciding to get up. The storm outside sounded dangerous. She was intrigued. She stepped out of bed, one leg at a time, trying not to move too fast after being so still. She exited her room and put on her black Croc slides that were dupes. She pulled down the handle and opened the white front door. As she pulled it open, a gust of wind blew in her direction, pushing the door open wider. She closed the door behind her and looked around. The storm was like nothing she had ever seen or heard before. There was no one outside. It was like something out of a movie. The wind howled as if it were alive. It was so loud that she couldn’t hear anything else.