~~I sprint my way up the stairs now to see the absence of my father as well, and the lantern he went to retrive laying on its side, as if it had been dropped. The front door was left wide open, with the raging wind taunting me from the outside. I picked up the lantern, and it guided me to the front door. I quickly shut it, and with panic in my voice, I yell for my younger brother. I knew we had to get out of this house. I push myself around the house until I find the stairs. When I get there, I try to carefully make my way down them. It is hard to see because my hands are shaking from fear, making the lantern light flash like strobe lights. When I turn around the corner, I see a window wide open and a flood of rain making everything in the basement sopping wet.