This happened again at my grandparents that Easter when I was about sixteen or seventeen. I was woken up in the night to hear what seemed to be a rain and wind storm localized entirely outside my bedroom window. Now, when it storms at my grandparents house you can hear it all around the house, it gets under the eaves and my grandmother likens it to being on a galleon as it makes the timbers creak; this storm, however, was in one place, and it seemed to be accompanied by a growling rushing...
The Wild Hunt
The Wild Hunt