around two in the morning

You jolted awake from your rather uncomfortable and light sleep, probably because of a stick trashing against your window. The storm right n ow was merciless, even the usual calming rain just sounded like someone dashing buckets of water against the bedroom window. With a groan, you got up and walked toward the window, pushing the curtains to the side to look out. As you did, your blood froze, and you flinched back for a moment. Instead of the rainy street, a white face was looking back at you, wide open-eyed and with a carved in, fleshy smile. He just stared at you, something in those eyes had a spark of desperation it them, something that made you think.

You had to give that guy shelter from the storm...