The Welcome to another edition of Nightmare Fuels and Peepers.

I'm Dan Cummins and I'll be sharing another original short story of the fictional horror variety today.

I highly recommend noise cancellation headphones for the ultimate experience.

Hope you enjoy this new nightmare.

Time now for the tale of the storm.

The storm is coming.

Do you fear it?

November 28, 2024 Thanksgiving.

Literally no one is worrying about making sure they get to turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie right this year.

47-year-old Brent Collins, his 41-year-old wife, Lori, and Brent's two kids from his previous marriage,

20-year-old Cam, and 17-year-old Rosie, are all anxiously staring at Brent's phone and at one

another. He has his phone open to the ring doorbell app. Fuck, they're here. Brent whispers

quietly as he holds his phone up higher and rotates it around,

so everyone else can get a better look at the heavily armed group of five men, standing on the

front porch holding AR-15s and wearing tactical gear, including body armor, as captured by the

doorbell camera. Several incredibly tense moments pass without anyone saying anything.

The only sounds filling the large basement with the lights intentionally all off

are each other's strained breathing and the furnace kicking back on.

Lori, who can also hear her panicked heartbeat in her ears,

squeezes Brent's hand as her eyes fill with tears.

She, like everyone else in the family,

had desperately clung to hope that this moment would never come, while simultaneously being certain

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