It was the most innocuous of warnings. Nothing more, or less, than an unnatural wind.
Hannah was sat in the garden. The sun was strong, the breeze gentle. But slowly, unnoticed at first, the breeze steadily grew in strength.
The creak of her fence, a sound Hannah had only ever heard during bad weather, was the first she noted something irregular.
She didn’t know it, but it was already too late.
She looked up at an ever-darkening sky. Trees shuddered and groaned, her fence wailed like never before. An unearthly growl roared out through piercing howls.
Then the sky filled red.