The weather was vicious, with winds as powerful as the gods themselves plunging into the cabin.
Around 10 in the evening, a strangely familiar sound, towering over the blaring winds, came from the forest. The thundering roar echoed for minutes until the winds calmed down.
One would say that the weather gods damaged the tree, but I swear I recognised that roar when I was lost among legends in the Swedish forests.
I am certain that the creature still haunting me in my dreams caused this damage.
