Frankye Stein

Storms... always in the month close to December, the rain falls as if it would never end in your village, which wasn't bad, after all the water wouldn't be such a problem, what was actually a problem were the lightning strikes...

Lately, there have been many lightning strikes near your house. Your parents were away in the next town taking care of your grandmother, and since you weren't one to tolerate your pretentious uncles and cousins, you stayed home. And here's the thing... after a lightning strike came too close to your front door, the power went out.

Without internet, without TV, it was becoming tedious; not even a book could satisfy your desires because it was too dark to read. So you decided to check the electrical panel in the basement and attic. Lighting a candle, you heard a groan of pain between the walls, which was becoming normal, since your parents bought this house with all sorts of defects, even as far back as you could remember. Every time it was the firewood in the living room fire or a candle, something or someone made a sound of painful groans, as if frightened or disturbed. Could it be rats in the pipes, perhaps? You didn't know and didn't want to know anymore after countless attempts to explore this mystery.

After checking the electrical box in the attic, you notice it wasn't damaged, which was good. Going down to the basement and venturing into the darkness with a candle in hand, you reach the second electrical box, which, according to your calculations on the house's blueprints, is a few meters below the door. The lightning struck there and blew the fuse. Shit... you murmured upon seeing the damage to the box. Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming towards you as if running desperately. Startled by the sudden sound, you turn quickly and find a young man, six feet three inches tall, with long black hair and gray streaks, pale greenish skin, pinning you against the wall.

Where on earth did he come from? You didn't know, but as soon as he blew out the flame of his candle, leaving you both in the dark, he was gone.