Dead Anyway

Emily Odell doesn't have the best life. When a hurricane hits and kills the family she loves, it's even worse. In the aftermath, the item left in the rubble she's most interested in is a business card. Weird much? Well, the card has the address of some crazy old gypsy lady on it, and Emily gets the idea that this woman might have something to do with the odd fact that everyone in the house but her died. Meeting the gypsy has a death curse involved, and Emily is determined to make the last days of her life the most memorable. But will she have enough time before death?

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3. Hurricane

Wow, the sky is weird today. It's yellow. And I mean yellow. Not golden, like sunset, yellow. I once heard that a yellow sky means a hurricane. I didn't get any weather warnings, though, so I'm not really worried. While I'm walking home, it seems awfully windy. That's weird. I walk in the door and no one's home - my dad's at work and my mom went to her knitting group. I plop down on the couch and turn on the TV. The news channel's on, my parents must have been watching it. I'm about to switch to Fox when something catches my eye: Deadly hurricane rising in New Orleans. I listen intently. "As we speak, a deadly hurricane is rising up over the Bahamas and traveling over the coastline, closely nearing New Orleans, Louisiana." I freeze. Our house is located in the heart of New Orleans, Louisiana.

I keep on the news and look out the window every five minutes. No changes, it all looks perfectly fine. What should I do? Call my parents? The neighbors? 911? Suddenly I burst into tears. I can't take it. I'm going to me ripped to pieces by a wicked wind any minute now. Every time the reporter comes back from the commercial break, there's another update. Now it's "The hurricane is stirring up a tsunami, or so it seems, directly off the coast of Louisiana." After half an hour of crying, listening, and having panic attacks, it hits. But not the hurricane. It's the water.

It starts with a little water seeping under the door. Then I hear screams. I burst outside and find four feet of water to wade through. "Emily! Where are your parents?!" My neighbor shrieks. "Out!" I cry back. "Get into your basement! The water is rising!" I scream as a wave heads straight for me, sure to swallow me up. I take a flying leap inside and slam the door the very second before it hits. It sounds like thunder crashing down over the house. I take the neighbor's advice and sprint to the basement. I hear more thundering waves crashing down. Screaming. Flowing water. This is the most scared I've ever been in my life. Apparently our house is being destroyed up there, because a piece of ceiling falls smack on my head and I pass out.

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