Rebecca’s brown, wavy hair curled in the rain. The light drizzle had begun in the morning, but gradually became heavier throughout the afternoon. Thick, black clouds hid the normally azure blue sky. As 14-year-old Rebecca ran for the cow barn, the rain became even heavier. Eventually she reached the newly painted, red barn; the water that fell so heavily from the sky soaked through her violet jacket. Rain seeped through a crack in the pine boards making the dirt floor a bit muddy. Walking to the end of the barn Rebecca climbed to the top of the green, paint chipped gate that led to the pasture and sat on the top of it. She gave two short and shrill whistles, soon the herd of cows rushed to the gate where Rebecca stood. Then, Rebecca opened the gate, and let the cows into the corral. At last, every cow stood on the other side of the gate. Split! Splot! Split! She heard the sound of rain pouring on the tin roof. Her mud boots splashed in the puddles as she ran back to the house, the sound of rain falling from the sky drowned out every other noise. When Rebecca stepped into the log house she headed straight for the fireplace, her hair dripping water on the wooden floor as she walked. Jack, her big Burmese Mountain dog, cuddled next to Rebecca as she curled up next to the fire. Nate, her 15-year-old brother, and her dad walked in through the back door, as the warmth of the fire spread through her body, drying the wet clothes she wore.
“I took care of the cows dad,” Rebecca told her dad through chattering teeth.
“Good Rebecca. Well, there is officially a flood warning” announced her dad turning to her mother in the kitchen, “We are safe here up on the mountain, but the horses are still in the mountain pasture. Rebecca I need you to go get them while Nate, Caleb, and I tie things down here with sandbags just in case. If a flood does hit it won’t hit until about 3:00 am tomorrow. So you’ll be safe.”
“OK,” Rebecca replied not too enthusiastically. She was not exactly thrilled at the thought of going back out into the cold rain.
“Thank you,” her dad gave her a warm smile which made her feel better, “come on guys lets get going” he said, motioning to Caleb and Nate.
Rebecca grabbed a flashlight, and a dry jacket, and then she slipped on her muddy boots and stepped outside.
The torrential rain poured down relentlessly on Rebecca’s hooded figure as she made her way up the mountain. The strong wind blew raindrops in her face that stung her cheeks and nearly blinded her green eyes. She arrived at the bridge that stretched across a large creek. Water swiftly flowed underneath the bridge. Rebecca stared at it wondering if it was still safe to cross. The water was rushing very fast, but it was still fairly low, so she deemed the bridge safe and crossed to the other side. About ten minutes later she reached the valley where the horses grazed. Even with her flashlight she could barely make out the figure of the horses’ through the sheets of rain. She whistled for Birdie, the lead appaloosa mare. A few seconds past, then through the gauntlet of thunder and lightning, Birdie’s spotted head appeared. Rebecca quickly slipped the faded green halter over the mare’s wet and muddy head. A sudden crack of light sent bright fingers of lighting across the sky, illuminating the dark night.
Whoa, that struck close, thought Rebecca, I need to hurry.
As she started to walk towards the ranch with birdie’s lead rope in her hand the other horses in the herd followed their leader. They slowly walked toward home, the path she took ran around the brim of a hill. Everything went fine until she got a little to close to the edge of the hill. Then, before she knew it, she had lost her footing and started sliding down the muddy side of the hill. She released her grip on Birdie’s lead, and continued to slide down. Finally, about halfway down she regained her footing on a rock; she was covered in mud from her ride down the hill. At first she was afraid to move, scared that the rock might come lose at any moment, but somehow she had to climb up the hill again and get the horses back to safety. She started up the hill, took a few steps, and then she started sliding again, and landed back where she had started.
Mud covered, weary, and cold she stood up again, but before she took another step she heard the faint sound of someone calling her “Rebecca. . . . . .Rebecca,” the voice shouted.
Oh Great! She thought rolling her eyes; now I’m hearing voices, I’ve gone mad! This is how all horror stories start, the victim gets lost or hurt in the wilderness and hears dead relatives beckoning to her. Great I’m gonna freak myself out, if I keep thinkin' like that.
“Rebecca!” the voice shouted again “Rebecca!”
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