On every rainy night, a beast lurks within the black garage, tumbling and fumbling with whatever it can touch. It favors to stay in the corner away from the door to the house, as it fears the family from inside. Sometimes the family comes and goes into the garage, and everytime they do, the beast cowers and hides.
More often than not, one child is left behind, the youngest daughter, and it is at this time the beast is no longer afraid...
She calls it, Winona...