A creepy wind whipped around my family’s log cabin. Lighting struck and a crackle of thunder followed the flash that lit up the night sky. It was warm for November; sixty degrees was unusual for fall here in Tennessee. The fireplace crackled and snapped as ashes flew into the air. Our television began making alerting noises, and the local weatherman warned us of what will happen in next half an hour. I’ve always been frightened by tornadoes, so I was shivering from fear. It was already almost eleven o’ clock, but I sit in my pajamas with my mother, father, and brother in our living room. Suddenly, there is a knocking on our front door and it is as loud as thunder pops.