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It was the worst thunderstorm in 36 years. The rain was like stones hammering onto you from the pitch-black sky.

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Wednesday night, 9th October 2002. It was the worst thunderstorm in 36 years. The rain was like stones hammering onto you from the pitch-black sky. Long streaks of bright lightning were jumping from the sky. A few seconds after each bright light there was a gigantic roar, like a furious lion. The weather was wet, cold, dull, dark and miserable with horrendous winds, travelling at the speed of a cheetah. There were two boys. Andy was quite tall and skinny with short blonde hair. He had legs like long twigs and hands the size of a giants, but very brittle. ...read more.


Paul was dragging his big heavy feet though the wet muddy grass. Andy started to run but they were getting no where. Paul was dragging behind and was having problems keeping up with Paul. Andy looked behind him and saw Paul in the distance. So Andy shouted "hurry up Paul, we gotta get outa here". So Andy slowed down and waited until Paul caught up with him. Then continued running. Andy shouts, "I can see a house". So they both started to run towards the house. They both stop. Every thing is silent. Paul and Andy walk towards the front door. ...read more.


They decided to sit down on the big black leather sofa. They sat down for a while. Paul quietly said, "let's go up stairs". So they both went up stairs. They got to the top of the stairs and went to open one of the doors in front of them. The lights started flicking on and off. Andy started shaking. All of a sudden the house went cold. Paul opened the door. A body fell from behind the door. Both of the boys jumped back. The front door creaked open and then slammed closed. A deep mans voice yelled up the stairs, "who the hell is in my house". The man ran up stairs with a dead squirrel in one hand and an axe in the other. The boys were so scared that they could not move. The man ...read more.

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