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Date: 2018-03-27 12:42 pm (UTC)I was once in a house that got struck by lightning at night. We didn't realize in the moment what had happened--there'd been a big boom, but we thought it was just a huge thunderclap. The only immediate evidence was a nightlight that was blown out, all black where it was plugged in, and smoke curling from it. We walked around searching for other signs of strangeness, very spooked.
The next day we saw that the house's chimney had been shattered and bricks hurled into the next-door neighbors' yards.