The final straw for Darren came on a stormy August morning in 2011. It was strange from the moment he opened his eyes. The weather forecast was for glorious sunshine with temperatures of 30 degrees. The rain pounded against his bedroom window. "bloody weathermen" he muttered to himself as he got up to make a cup of tea.
He opened the curtains of his living room to brilliant rays of light. The sun was shining so bright, he couldn't bear to look for more that a few seconds. He ran back to the bedroom, lighting flickered in the distance and the rain and hailstones slammed against his window threatening to rape his bedroom.
Darren again ran to the living room, it was so bright he had to rub and shield his eyes. He walked to the front door and as he approached, there was a loud repetitive banging.
"BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG"
Darren cautiously opened the door. Nobody was there and he noticed the weather was beautiful. He closed the door and the Banging began again, it was if somebody was knocking on his door with their fists. Darren opened it immediately but again, there was nobody there. The rain hit him immediately however, thunder clapped in the distance and streaks of lightening filled the dark sky all around.
"WHAT THE HOLY CRAP IS GOING ON?" Darren screamed. He shut the door with difficulty against the wind. He ran to the living room and was forced to turn on his light because of the darkness of the outside sky. He ran to his bedroom again and found just the opposite. It was brilliant sunshine outside.
That was when Darren left, never expecting to return but here he was, sitting on his favourite chair, looking slowly around his living room and almost inviting something to happen...
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