Everything is so quiet no interrupting sound, nor the fall of a polluted raindrop from the skies above to the ground below, The sleeping wind where once there was a moving branch scratching the bedroom window. And even the sound of thunder strikes could not break the silence that was present that night.
Down in the living room, an old tv lost signal and suddenly silence was not present anymore. All sounds were clear as the raindrops fell, and the thunderstorm raged on, the sound wasn't pleasant shadows made by the lighting of sharp edgy cracking branches shaped silence into fear, a fear that was most likely to fade.
The awakening of the wind made the shadows inside the bedroom move faster, then it all stopped down in the dark basement where you hear the whispers of silence crawling back to break the noise. The cracking noise of the wooden staircase brought fear to the bedroom, everything disappeared from its original place fear tried climbing out of the bedroom window to go back to where it was created. Even fear had a fear, the fear of silence when silence crawled back to its place all noise in the house even the wind went to rest. Silence is a killer.