Rosalie
The storm did not ease off. All around us rumbles of thunder broke through the otherwise still night, only to be quickly followed by a bright flash of lightening. Signalling that the storm was above us and with no intention of moving on any time soon.
To top it all off, I am not sure if it was simply my eyes playing tricks on me, or even a play of shadows in the dwindling light, but I swear that I could see figures moving swiftly over the barren landscape. But I could never quite be sure, for as quickly as they were there, they were soon gone again.
Alex seemed to think it was nothing but an overactive imagination. That the storm had set my nerves on edge, and that I should try to sleep. But never quite stood at ease thereafter. He of course said that if there were any one prese
