I feel a familiar charged buzz in the air when lightning strikes. I only knew one person that had that much power but she couldn’t be in my house. Or so I thought until I making eye contact with the demon herself walking out of my father office at 2 in the morning. In my opinion she should be behind bars yet somehow she always walks free. And works with the FBI on occasion. That I could blame my father for. Which was probably why she was in my house at this late hour in a thunderstorm and flash flood in the first place. I stare directly into those dead eyes here I thought I would be safe in my own home.