Bad weather
“Mommy are we almost home” asked two year old Emma in the back seat strapped in tight “almost this is really bad weather” said nineteen year old Eden. Eden was driving down a wet road well the rain pitterd on the window and Emma sang her nursery rimes. Eden was driving past woods she looked out her window and swore on her life that she saw a man walking he was tall and slender but because of the rain it was hard to see so she thought it was the figment of her nineteen year old imagination. Out of no where Edens car started to stall “what’s going on mommy” Emma asked “I don’t know baby” Eden said. Eden pulled her phone to try and call her mom but there was no service. They were stranded with nothing but trees surrounding them. “What in the hell is happening” Eden said the rain turned into pouring rains and it began to thunderstorm “mommy what is that” Emma said as the music turned off and she pointed out the windshield with shaking hands Eden looked out the window to see to legs standing there she knew what it was.
