It was a dark and stormy night,

And the phone continued to ring.

The woman, alone, jumped up in fright.

And then, from the door came a 'ding'.

Shaking from the cold, she stood up;

And to the door she made her way.

She was awoken from her nap,

By the thunders that ruled today.

The door cringing on its old frame,

'Til it opened all the way.

Surprised that he actually came,

She was scared and started to pray.

Slamming the door, she turned and ran.

Running like she never before,

Taking steps as big as she can.

The man laughed and entered the door.

He easily caught up to her,

And thinking of things she have done.

Her scream unheard 'cause of thunder.

Revenge he will give to his clan.

He then revealed a knife to show,

That he was as serious as hell.

Despite his fury, he moved slow;

What he had planned she couldn't tell.

He came at her with a loud growl,

Stabbing her straight in the heart.

She dropped, without a chance to crawl.

Her blood spilled, staining every part.

It's still a dark and stormy night;

The phone, for the umpteen time, rang.

He started to kill every light.

Her glassy eyes stared at the man.