It was a very rememberable Tuesday night.
One of the worst storms that Korea had ever seen brewed that night.
The sky was black and grumbled with thunder, the only light that came was from aggressive flashes of lightning.
The rain poured from the skies above. A very depressing night to say the least.
Jennie mulled around her small living room, house phone in one hand and the electricians number in the other.
"Mom I tried calling him but the line was busy, am I going to have to light a candle or something?" The electricity had been off in the home for around an hour.
"Jennie please go to the neighbours home I don't want you at alone in the dark for god knows how long," her parents were currently on a cruise somewhere in Europe.
Leaving Jennie home alone.
"Ok but I'm not sure there home and I'm not knocking on Mr.Eun's door he's old and wierd," she bid her mother a goodbye and a safe trip.
Throwing the phone onto the cream leather couch she stared out of the glass door that viewed her back garden.
She shuddered as a draft suddenly brushed past her bare legs.
"I hate Korea. We should of stayed in New Zealand." she mumbled to herself, arms crossed, as she made her way up the marble stairs.
A creak stopped her half way.
She looked back down the stairs, scanning the front room. Seeing nothing she shrugged her shoulders and continued to the second floor seeking refuge in her room.
It was fair to say that the Kims were a wealthy family with a pretty daughter to go along with it.
Everyone knew the Kims. Everyone knew Jennie.
She was the most popular girl at the prestigious catholic school she attended. She had her own group, obviously being the leader.
A hair was never out of place and her makeup never smudged.
She was perfect.
Picking up her phone that lay on her bed, Jennie rang her best friend but was only welcomed with the loud beep of her voice mail.
'Hey this is Stormi, sorry I can't pick up the phone right now but leave a voicemail and I'll get back to you ASAP. Have a good day!'
She began to search her contact list for another one of her partners in crime but was agin interrupted. But the creak was much closer this time. Right outside her bedroom door.
She darted to the other side of her room, hiding in her large wardrobe.
She heard her door handle turn, then open. Grabbing a metal rail that was in her clauset she hugged it towards her chest.
She was worried the intruder would hear her heart beat as it was so rapid.
Creaks had evolved into footsteps. Which we're getting closer to where she was hid.
Jennie braced herself and her grip onto the railing became tighter, her knuckles going white. She payed no attention to the pain that wash shooting through her fingers.
Sweat beaded along her hair line and her eyes began to tear as the wardrobe door opened slowly.
The outline of a dark figure stood infront of her, she swung but stopped halfway.
