It is raining hard outside the house, but with her headphones on her head and her best song playing, she is not even aware of the rain dripping on the roof outside the farmhouse or the rumbling thunder that soon lights up the whole sky and then just as suddenly turned into the pitch black darkness again. Except for the rain and the thunder, everything is dead quiet on the farm. After a long day of hard work in the scorching hot sun, the cool evening in her soft bed is just the best way to end it all. All that is still lacking this perfect moment is HIM. The guy she has had her eye on for a while, the guy living a farm or two away, but he was dating her best friend. The bitch, she thought to herself. He is tanned dark brown, with dark brown, almost black hair, brown eyes, and such dark freckles under his eyes and on his cheeks. When he smiles, he gives her that twisting feeling in her stomach, like butterflies going crazy. He had only held her once before in the rain and she would do anything to be back in his strong muscular arms or fall asleep next to him. Between the rain and her headphones playing music, she is unaware of the car approaching and stopping in front of their house, but it doesn't bother her at all, because the “old people” like to show up there at unusual times for a cup of coffee. Typical farm folks and their late afternoon coffee. She closed the door to her bedroom, turned the light off and lay down on her bed, listening to the beat of the drums. It's quiet for a few minutes and then she hears the car driving off down the narrow road, with a second car leaving soon afterwards. A slightly worried feeling starts to rise in her stomach, but for now it doesn't bother her. After a while the silence becomes too much for her. She takes her headphones off and listens for any strange noise. It's dead quiet in the house... it's never this quiet, no matter what time of the day or night. Someone is always somewhere doing something, but not this night. Climbing out of her bed, she got up and slowly started walking down the hallway. Strange, just the light in the kitchen is on. She walks in the kitchen, but it's empty, only the kettle is boiling in the corner. It creeps her out and her whole body stiffens. Before she can make a move, a cracking sound behind her on the wooden floor tears through the silence.