In sunny California, where you and KISS lived, there wasn't much rain. However, there was a little storm that came and went every so often.

However, this storm was different.

While all of you were sitting in the den, you heard rain starting up. Peter looked out the window and took his headphones off.

"Rain starting?" Ace said.

"Yeah, but it's dark out. I think a storm's comin'," Peter replies.

In that instant, a loud thundercrash makes you scream, then Ace holds you tight. The power instantly goes out.

"Hold tight guys. I'm gonna go find the flashlights." Gene says, standing and striding to the basement door.

You whimper in fear and sling tight to your blanket, begging quietly for the storm to stop. This never happens.