Why I am in Some Odd Stories
"The building will be hit by at least one lightning bolt," explained my older sister. He scoffed.
No one else could see any sign of a storm but an hour later, a very ferocious, fast moving thunderstorm came bopping across Coney Island, where we lived at the time.
Suddenly, I rose from the table and said, "Excuse me, I am going into the tower room for a minute. Do not follow me". Even my little child knew what was going to happen next. She covered her ears.
Bang. A lightning bolt hit the tower room.
Our visitor hit the floor. Everyone else was relieved it was only a smallish bolt, nothing to write home about. I reentered the diningroom and resumed eating. This was just another day, another storm.