By sundown of Saturday evening, there was definitely at least more than ten of the things crying out and they sounded like they were much, much closer.

As we were all huddled near each other, alternating between staring at the windows and the stairs, I suddenly blurted out, "We need to leave!"

Jared stared at me. I could tell he was thinking the exact same thing.

"We need to leave, now! They're obviously getting closer, they must know we're here somehow, whether they can smell us or who knows what. God... it sounds like there's so many of them! I don't want to bet on the off chance that they won't try to hurt us like whatever made that damned symphony before. We need to get out of here while we still can."

Jared nodded, "I was thinking the same thing. Let's pack everything up, get in the car and move!"

Without letting another second pass, we immediately moved to pack things up. It felt unreal to actually be preparing to leave the house. It had been our makeshift home for nearly a month, locked up in the basement with no news from the outside world. It would be strange to be outside again. Who could even guess how much the outside world would have changed while we were holed up in here?

The storm hadn't stopped yet. And I still felt in my heart that it would never end.

Not the storm, nor the madness that lurked inside of it.

Even if we managed to escape from these dogs or whatever they were, just what else was waiting for us out there?

How far did the storm reach? Was there even anywhere for us to go? Shit. We don't even have a plan of where to go... I guess our best shot is to just keep moving away from Arborline and to avoid any highly populated areas.

As I went to get my coat, something fell out of my pocket.

Huh? A letter? What's that doing there...