The Midnight Storm

Part One

He woke up. He heard a banging sound coming from the back of the old house. The floor boards were unrested and the whole house seem disturbed. What could it be. He thought to himself that it couldn't been a robber; no-one would want to take anything from that dump. He didn't have much in that house, nothing valuable.

The wind hurled, angrily across the land. Franticly, he walked over to the window to see if he could see anything. The moon was beaming down to the river and it glistened of it as it moved down towards the rockery.

The wind was picking up its pace and began charging through the trees and the leaves were attacked and threw violently into the sky and peacefully fell to the ground and rested as if nothing had happened. The wind was attacking the window as if it was trying to capture him. The moon wasn't visible for long. The clouds began to be devoured by the big dark sky and the white flashes began to appear softly in the distance.

The rain began to fall from heaven and treacle down the window. It slowly began to fall off the window still and broke apart as it crashed on the cold, hard floor. The lightning bolts were appearing much more frequently and the bright electronic beams were slashing and stinging the ground.

The ice cold river water was being thrown around angrily and crashed and splashed against the old rockery with anger. Anyone who'd fallen in there wouldn't have stood a chance. Everyone in the neighbourhood remembers the boy who got carried away into the unknown when he went to collect his football that had fallen in; who knows where he has ended up. That wasn't the only one who have fallen in those waters, there have been many people. In fact, he himself has fallen in there. Although, he was one of the lucky ones. He managed to get out. The river normally likes devour everyone who disturbs it; the river must have been feeling nice that day. He was with his group of friends who are always in trouble. They have been together since the start of high school, and now many years on they are still together. They've gotten away with many things including shop lifting. They managed to get 45 hours of community service though for one shop lifting incident. Picking up rubbish off the streets wasn't that bad after a while, it just became the norm. That day at the river he was showing off with his friends as he was the only one who could jump across the river without getting drenched by the angry, disturbed water. The second time around it didn't go as planned for him. He tripped and fell into the river. Luckily he wasn't at the deepest parts like the rivers other victims and he managed to get out. After all the bad things that has happened to him he has tried to turn his life around and to do more good things, bit it doesn't always work and he gets caught in things with the others. Hopefully there will be no more victims of the river...

After he had taken a glimpse of the violent storm he made his way back to bed and walked across the cold ancient floor boards. They creaked and screamed in pain. The house had been in the family for a long time; it's very old and he's been living there alone for over 2 years now. Lots of parts of the house is said to be dangerous and others are said to be haunted. All the spirits are asleep through the day but at night they are alive. No one dares to go into the basement. The door often can lock itself and the lights are dodgy. Nothing bad happens through the day though. He's been stuck down there some nights, and has had no contact for help and hasn't had another way out. There has also been a couple of deaths in the house, most of them unexpected.

He fell down into his warm bed and tried to settle down for the night. The lightning bolts continued to illuminate the room. It was hard to get any sleep with the howling of the wind. You could feel the pressure being pushed against the windows often thinking they were going to break. He decided to read one of his favourite books for a while. That's one thing that he loves a lot is reading. It's a chance for him to escape from the world. The book took his mind of the storm for a little bit but it was just as violent as before. His eyes became heavy and he put his book down. He thought that was all that was in store for him for the night. But it was just the beginning...