Alone In The House At Night

Every single creaking of the old fence, every single whisper of the wind through the leaf-less trees, every single groan from the loose clapboard siding, seemed to echo throughout the cold, drafty house.

Windows shuddered and pipes rattled as the large clock at the end of the hall ticked out it's relentless cadence.

She had come back to her parent's house, the house she lived in until the day she left for the University, in an effort to lay to rest the memories that had been haunting her since the day of the accident.

The accident. That fatal 18 seconds of driving that were the last 18 seconds of her parents lives.