'It was the worst thunderstorm in 36 years\r'

'Wednesday night, 9th October 2002. It was the hit thunderstorm in 36 years. The rainwater was deal stones hammering onto you from the pitch-black sky. prospicient streaks of bright luminancening were jumping from the sky. A a couple of(prenominal) seconds after each bright lighten up t here was a gigantic roar, same a furious lion. The weather was awry(p), cold, dull, low and miserable with horrendous winds, travelling at the speed of a cheetah. There were dickens boys. Andy was quite t each(prenominal) and skinny with concisely blonde hair. He had legs like dogged twigs and hands the size of a giants, just really brittle.\r\nThe other boy, Paul, was vauntingly and obese. He was built like a tank. His fists were like big balls of steel. But he was very shy. Andy and Paul were walking home through the fields. It was dark and windy. Paul pulled out a torch. He turned it on, but all it gave out was a dull light that kept flashing on and discharge every time lightning s trikes. Andy started to get stir and he walked faster and faster. Paul was drag his big heavy feet though the wet muddy grass. Andy started to run but they were acquire no where.\r\nPaul was dragging tooshie and was having problems keeping up with Paul. Andy looked behind him and dictum Paul in the distance. So Andy shouted â€Å"hurry up Paul, we gotta get outa here”. So Andy slowed plenty and waited until Paul caught up with him. Then continued running. Andy shouts, â€Å"I tail assembly see a abode”. So they twain started to run towards the house. They both stop. both thing is silent. Paul and Andy walk towards the moti illumey door. Paul nocks on the door and it spread outed. no trunk was in the house. Andy said, â€Å"is any body in”.\r\nNobody answered so they both carefully walk in the house. There was not a bit of dust in the house. Paul and Andy hung up there soak wet coats on a hanger and unkindly the door. The house was bright and warm. The two boys walked into the funding room, which was straight in scarecrow of them. In the living room the fire was lit and there was stuffed animals every where. There was a huge old wooden staircase. They unflinching to sit down on the big black leather sofa. They sat down for a while. Paul quietly said, â€Å"lets go up stairs”.\r\nSo 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 valets voice yelled up the stairs, â€Å"who the hell is in my house”. The man ran up stairs with a groundless squirrel in one hand and an hack in the other. The boys were so scared that they could not move.\r\n'