The morning of Sunday the 12th
I woke up with dry tears on my face remembering the exact words my mother and father said before they died "I'll be home before dinner" then pulling out the drive way i just knew something was not right. The sky was gray and dark and windy thou that didnt send me no kind of sign what so ever. I just waved, that was the last time i saw my parents, when they pulled out the drive way i saw this shadowy figure comin up on them but i couldnt make what it was. Then it hit them and sucked them right in and then my brothers it was too late to save them.
