I was living in a flat six floors up at the time, and that was with shops and a car park below, so it was quite high. On the night of the hurricane, I do remember briefly waking, and feeling the building move, but didn't wake fully enough to realise what was actually occurring. The following morning, the whole town was cut off with fallen trees blocking all routes in and out, and there was a weird quietness about the place. Scary stuff.