You need that flashlight and you're wondering what's happening to the soup--you no longer hear soft simmering bubbles and the scent in the house is not clam chowder, not even burnt clam chowder but...aftershave, yes, Aquavelva or something like that!
Then you hear it, just under the sound of the rain; a low snicker, almost, but not quite a laugh and you realize you're not alone.
You desperately feel for something to get you out of the bedroom, but before you can make more than a few steps he's there. You can smell him, feel the warmth of a body, hear the harsh heavy breathing that even the dark can't disguise.
After he's torn off your clothes and raped you, he strangles your cries with his hands.