Imagination?

It frightened her that every windowpane had a life of its own. The wind was showing off its strength – making an eerie, piercing sound. With the flickering candle in hand, she tried her best to close all windows, the front and back door. There was a deafening roar of thunderbolt with blinding flashes of lightening. Through a broken window she could see the image of the Evil, slowly growing bigger. She fainted.

Next morning she wondered how the stately Jacaranda tree was charred completely to a lifeless stump.