The Storm.

It started with the dreams. The same burning dreams. It was bad enough she was getting home to her apartment late from bar work, but to have dreams that kept her up at night, the sensation that her skin felt as if it was burning off, and that same demonic face, those burning eyes...

It felt as if it would go on forever, as if she was stuck in hell, until the crack of thunder and a blinding light awoke her.