Horror+-+The+Storm

=The Storm=

 Jessica sat in her living room waiting for the power to turn on. It was late on a Saturday night, and everyone in her family was down town eating diner at a restaurant called La Café de Francois. She absolutely hated that place. She hated everything about it; the food, the room, the tables, the people, the paintings and even the table cloths. No one really understood why she hated it, because it was actually a very satisfying place to eat, but she would just not go. So she sat there in the dark, waiting for her family to come back.

Jessica was about the same as any other 7th grader at her school. But then again, everyone is different. Jessica had long blonde hair that she would always pull up into a tight ballet bun. She had big dark brown eyes and a few freckles around her small round nose. She was not fat but not thin. However, she was quite tall, taller than most other girls in her grade. She hated it, the other kids would sometimes call her a giraffe. She would just laugh with them but only she knew deep down inside she was hurt.

The storm had only started 30 minutes after her family left. The power had gone out about fifteen minutes after that. So she had been waiting there alone, with nothing to do for like two hours. She had never in her life seen a storm so fierce. The thunder was defening and the lighting was so near you could see it. She could almost hear the strong winds and the lake she lived next to looked like a wavy ocean. She could see trees and bushes collapsing in her backyard. She wished she could do something but all she could do was watch.

She tried calling her parents many times but when the power went out she could no longer use the home phone. Her mobile had ran out of battery weeks ago but she was always to lazy to charge it. She wished so much that she had charged it, but now it was too late.

After a while Jessica got bored of sitting and watching the terrifying storm so she went up to her room to listen to music on her Ipod, which thankfully had power. After about an hour of listening to songs she went downstairs to her kitchen to get a small snack.

Right as she opened her fridge, the phone rang. Her first thought was “Better answer it” but then she remembered that the power was out, and when she tried calling her mom and her friends it would not work. After wondering if she should answer it or not she finally picked up the phone and said “Hello?”

There was no answer.

“Helooo?”

“Hello,” the caller said and then immediately hung up.

Jessica stood there, frozen with the phone in here hand and a pack of chips in the other. //How could someone call **me** when I tried to call both of my parents and every one of my friends//, she asked herself.

The caller was definitely a man. He had a very low and croaky voice. It reminded her of all the people’s voices that are in all of the CSI TV shows. It had that mysterious tone to it that really freaked Jessica out. So she just sat there shaking at her kitchen table munching on her chips, waiting for something to happen, when suddenly, the door bell rang.