The lightning kept flashing, slicing the opaque darkness like a watermelon. Up ahead, in each streak of light, a small house could be seen. It set off the road a way under a tree; it's black branches writhing in the wind, lashing the roof of the house beneath it. Sometimes the lightning hit the windows of the house and they glared like angry eyes - eyes that, in the torrents of rain, looked like they were crying. Somewhere in the night a cat screamed...then another...or was it a cat? Amid the roar of thunder the spine-freezing shriek came again...cat? Or woman? The cries seemed to be coming...