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Nikki sat at the kitchen table wondering, where he was and why he hadn't come by. She heard thunder and the patter of rain. "He knows I don't like to be alone during storms."
She felt depression begin to creep on her. She gulped down her orange juice and went into the living room. She turned on the television, cut off the lights, and lay on the couch. She snuggled beneath a blanket and tried to watch a television show.
The sound was on, but she couldn't hear it. The images on the screen moved, but she couldn't see them. Her mind was on him. She turned off the TV; the room was dark. She again lay on the couch. She tugged the blanket over her and listened to the falling rain. All of a sudden, lighting lit the room. She closed her eyes and thought, peaceful thoughts, until she found sleep. . . .
A roar of thunder awakened Nikki. She shivered and pulled the cover around her. A flash of lighting lit the room and she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure that stood near the couch. Her body froze. She blinked and tried to adjust her vision to the darkness. She clinched her fist. “Who’s there?”
She felt someone grab her. She started to scream.
