~~They looked at me as if I had four eyes on my forehead. The wind was whipping and howling, the thunder and lightning strikes became more frequent, and the local tornado sirens began crying , distressing the entire town. We had no choice but to make our way to the basement, leaving Mother wherever she was. I began feeling weak, and started bawling. The electricity flickered multiple times until it finally shut down completely. Through all the comotion, we realized nobody had thought to bring down a lantern. My father volunteered to jaunt up the stairs and grab it. I heard him stumble his way up the stairs, his sight taken away by the darkness. In a instant, I hear a loud clash up stairs, and silence following the noise.