The rumble of thunder and crack of lightning did nothing to ease the fear roiling in her stomach. The pins and needles prickle created goosebumps that traveled up to the back of her neck. Was she being watched? Surely not. Her mundane life held no secrets that’d cause such an interest. Must be the book she read last night. Another psychological thriller. Reading was good for the soul but doing so sparked too much activity in her already worried mind. Meditation. Ah now that’s the stuff to cure what ails you. Her imagination was playing tricks. Then she heard screaming.