HOW'RE YOU ENJOYING THE WINDS, MISTER-NAKED-THING-WHO-MIGHT-BE-THE-RAKE?!
Welcome to East Texas. =D
I have survived Slendysickness, attempted rape, a car accident, ///It///-kidnapping, attempted Proxy-kidnappings, attempted murders, Slendydeath-faking, and Preston, and the last hour scared the shit out of me like I've never even thought possible.
The wind made me its bitch.
For those who don't live in Texas, we just got out of some severe thunderstorms that MIGHT have made tornados. Maybe. Still fuzzy.
I was halfway through Spoony's SWAT 4 walkthrough when the power just fucking left. A little something you might not be aware of: the dark, especially when enveloping you with no warning, IS FUCKING TERRIFYING. I still sleep with hallway lights on or the TV. Panic ensued. Lya and Matt were shouting at me to head for the cellar, Preston was having a fit, the wind was screaming, and I was in full on Freak the Fuck Out mode. Then I saw a little beam of light in the hallway and thought, for half a second, "fuck it finally happened I died".
It was Slender. Carrying a flashlight. Crimes against human existance be damned I almost hugged the son of a bitch.
He handed me the light and followed Preston and I to the cellar. Matt, Lya, and Blitz were already waiting. Slender stayed outside in case any Proxies were stupid enough to try to break in.
I was born in Texas, and raised here for seven years, but I've never had such a close call. The constant moves around the country always managed to avoid crazy storms like this. So I did what came naturally. I freaked the almighty fuck out.
Thankfully, it didn't last long. Winds died down, He knocked on the door, angels sang.
...I fucking hate Texas weather.