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Torrential rain bucketed down from the sad-looking, cloudy night sky in sheets. Timmy sat drearily on his couch, watching boring TV shows and eating leftover pizza. Rain bounced off the window panes, making an eerie tapping sound, and the hairs on the back of Timmy's neck raised for some unknown reason. He turned off the TV and peered out the window. He was annoyed to see that the front garden he'd worked so hard on that weekend was flooded and muddy, and most of the tulips he'd planted there were uprooted and lay sadly on the sodden ground. Suddenly, the sky was illuminated with white light as lighting forked across the sky. A few seconds later, Timmy heard a rumble of thunder. He shivered. Why did he feel like he was being watched? He decided to go to bed. Later, he lay in bed, unable to sleep. Then, suddenly, he heard a sound downstairs...