It’s been twenty eight days since the seventeenth of December, and the rain hasn’t faltered for a second since then. It keeps falling in sheets, driving down from the heavens like a waterfall. Outside, you feel like you could drown walking. Not that I can say I’m not scared of the dark anymore, myself. To the south, across the horizon, the dark clouds of night were painted red with flames. We’ve been in that house ever since. That was the night I saw something I really wish that I could just unsee. -C.S.B.-