Part 1
The rain lashed down mercilessly on to the hard tarmac road. Such was the deluge, it seemed as if someone in heaven had pulled out the bath plug!
Dark and severely gloomy was the sky, foreboding evil and devilry. Occasional bouts of lightning sporadically lit up the night sky followed several seconds later by thunderous booming echoes which seemed to fill the whole of earth.
She drove at a steady speed along the desolate roads; no sign of another human for miles around. She didn't want to travel in such alarming weather but the phone call from the hospice was not good: her mother had developed multi-organ failure and had only a few hours to live.
The window wipers steadily cleared the rain from the windscreen but nothing could hide the steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks.
Her solitary car light beam lit up an old road sign and she allowed herself a tiny smile for her mom's town was getting nearer.
Suddenly, the car lurched violently left and then right; the tyres screeched as she frantically pressed the brakes. The car spun helplessly crashing into the central reservation barrier and then careered unnaturally in a tail spin towards the grassy ditch.
A robust tree helped the car come to a stop but nit before suffering a few rolls and collisions. She lost consciousness for at least 5 minutes. The constant and annoying sound of the horn woke her up. She cursed loudly once she realized her predicament.
Red blood was seeping from a deep gash on her forehead and ran down her face. She cursed out loud again - uttering all kinds of obscenities - and only stopped due to sheer lethargy.
She scrambled for her handbag and pulled out her mobile phone. A third tirade of absolute filth poured forth from her mouth as she realized her mobile phone had no reception.
She punched the steering wheel with all the strength she could muster and then leaned on it with her forearms. She started crying bitterly as the hospice phone call replayed in her mind - it didn't take long for her dress to get saturated with salty tears.
She rested her head in her arms and resigned herself to her ill fate - knowing it would be several hours before daytime came and with it, the remote chance of a rescue.
Just as she closed her eyes and bitterly fought back the hot tears from erupting, there was a knock on the driver's door window!
Part 2
At first she thought she had imagined it, but her doubts were quickly dissipated as the knocking on the window started again.
She wiped the condensation off the window and stared out to find a hunched figure of a bespectacled man donned in a yellow raincoat and clutching an umbrella and torch.
She rolled down her window and his soothing voice was an instant tonic to her injured body and soul. He helped her out of the mangled wreckage and shielded her from the unrelenting rain using the umbrella. He had a nice, warm face she thought to herself as he guided her to his house.
Every step was painful for her but using the nice gentleman as her human crutch, she managed to hobble through the searing pain. They reached a two-storey house and despite the darkness, she could tell it belonged to an affluent family.
The garden was immaculate and there were a myriad of plants and flowers which danced wildly in the rainy storm.
Once inside the house, the nice man pointed out the bathroom and brought dry clothing and told her to refresh herself. However, the eerie silence of the house gave her goosebumps.
The bathroom was neat and clean with all the amenities a normal family would require. She hurriedly undressed out of her soaking wet clothes and literally jumped in the shower.
The hot water did for an instant wipe away all of her pain, anxieties and fears. About 6 minutes into her shower, she suddenly became restless.
All of the nervous energy and emotions coursed through her veins and she became dizzy and nauseous and almost drifted off into a dark world devoid of light and sound. Her heart began racing incredibly quickly and it seemed like it was going to jump out of her chest any second now.
She instinctively clutched and wrapped the shower curtain around her body. All she could repeatedly utter to herself in a barely audible whisper was "holy fuck" in a horrified, scared tone.
Though she had no concrete proof, she felt a very intense conviction that someone or something had been staring at her...from the very moment she had entered the bathroom!
