Please read: Cold Inside
Excerpt:
Even inside, far from any lightening flash or din of rain, you could feel the storm. It had seeped into the very air, a damp atmosphere infecting every room. Hubert didn’t like it; it was cold. He hadn’t liked the rain since it started, hadn’t liked the cold darkness suddenly usurping the warm noon light. It had made the proceeding business much more difficult, and he was soaked before he could return home.
He left his jacket dripping in the anteroom, and thought then that a change of clothes would do much by way of uplifting his spirits; an empty house was a hard thing to bear. But even now washed and redressed, he was not refreshed. The noise of the rain hounded him until he retreated into his room, but something, something still, he could not run away from.
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