Chapter 1
It was a dark and gloomy night. The wind was blowing and the rain was raining heavily. The streets were deserted because the weather was unbearable. That night, people chose to stay in their cozy houses instead of going out.
Although there was one house across the street that looked abandoned a long time ago, it was inhabited indeed. Mother and three children were living there. There wasn’t anything charming or luxurious in this house. From the outside, the house looked like a ruin. There was no resemblance between this house and the magnificent mansions which covered the rest of the neighborhood.
The interior of the described house consisted of shabby and filthy rooms. One of these rooms used to be the master’s bedroom, but now it was barely furnished.
Nowadays, only a single mother was sleeping there. Her children were all together sleeping in one room on the first floor. This room was a bit more spacious than the other rooms, so it was suitable for three beds. Around midnight when terrifying sounds and forked lightning showed up, the oldest child - thirteen years old boy John - woke up. He was so frightened that he immediately woke up the others. His two younger siblings glanced at him and whispered “what was that noise ?” “I don’t know,” said John “It is coming from above, perhaps from the ceiling! We must hide in the basement” he shrieked. Nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous they were and dashed down the stairs to the entrance of the basement.
During the descent into the basement, the rotten wooden staircase collapsed under the weight of the three children.
They were trapped. As soon as the water breached the weak walls of the basement, children were doomed. Poor children drowned.
Morning, when the storm passed and water flooded away, so did the corpses of the three children. Their mother foamed, raved, swore! “How could this happen?” asked she. But there was nothing to do.
That was the last time she ever saw them...
