Mr. Hank stood at his apartment window watching with growing excitement as the deluge outside howled and raged. He put his fingers to the pane and felt the storm’s incredible power vibrating through.
“I sure pity anybody caught outside in this,” he said. “Well ... not really.”
He rubbed his hands together with satisfaction.
“This is even better than I could have hoped for. I wonder what’s going on at the old house?”
Thunder boomed like a cannon shot, and lightning flashed in the sky. All the lights in the building suddenly went out.
“Excellent!” Mr. Hank cried.
He moved off into the dark corners of his home to plot further nastiness.
15: Night
Hours of absolute terror dragged past. Every moment Johnny was certain he’d be swept off the roof and carried away. At one point, this nearly happened. The wind sucked Johnny into it’s grip and pulled him toward the sky. Only his fore claws dug firmly into the shingles saved him from disaster.
“I’ll never be such a jerk again!” Johnny promised fervently. “Just let me survive this, you’ll see. I’ll be an absolute sweetheart!”
Finally, the awful wind released him and Johnny burrowed back behind the chimney.