The Night of Nightmares
I knew the rain was coming. On my way home from work, the radio DJ mentioned the yucky weather we were going to get. Apparently some nasty cells would be moving through middle Tennessee between 1-4am.
I listened. Well, half-listened. I was thinking about other things… I was tired. It had been a long day. I was hungry.
We went to sleep pretty early. I believe the entire household was in bed by 9pm.
I was not sleeping well. Between Remy’s intermittent screaming and Stu’s obnoxious snoring, sleep was just not happening. I dozed in and out. Around 12:30am my subconscious zeroed in on the flickering power. And I was slowly pulled from my dream.
I lay there watching the sky. The lightning storm was insane. I remember vaguely thinking the storm had rolled in early. It was not quite 1am yet.
At 12:47am (isn’t it odd how we look at the clock and the numbers just stick sometimes?), I got up. Nature was calling. I thought I should go now before the power goes out and wakes up the baby. I was still standing next to my bed.
The next few things happened so quickly I am not even sure I am recalling them in the correct order.
The power went out. The house fell totally silent. Lightning flashed. Then the loudest, creepiest noise ever began… it wasn’t thunder, but in my disoriented state, I thought “what a strange, loud and long thunder roll.”
Next, a HUGE smash. Immediately, Reagan screamed and shot out of her room, screaming bloody murder. I ran to meet her in the hall.
It’s pitch black. I can’t see. I asked if her windows broke. She didn’t know.
At that moment, Stu came charging out of our room carrying Remy. He yelled TORNADO! And told us to hide. At first, Reagan ran for my closet. I opened Riley’s door and yelled for him to get up and come out. It felt like an eternity passed before he came out. I could feel my mind start to panic, where is Riley?!?! I took a breath, willed myself not to go down that path. Riley came out. He was too scared, too afraid to leave his bed.
Stu wants us to go to the basement.
It’s still SO loud. What is happening? It’s dark. It’s scary. We can’t find the lantern Remy has been playing with.
We rush down the stairs. Riley, Reagan, Remy and I huddle together in a corner.
I think the loud noise has stopped. It’s still storming. It’s still terrifying. Stu heads back into the house to grab shoes for us. And jackets, it’s cold in the basement. And the phones. We can use the flashlights on the phones.
I do not know how long we stayed down there. At least 30 minutes. We were waiting for the tornado warning to be lifted. We huddled together on the couch in the basement.
We waited. And we prayed.
Almost as fast as it all happened, the sky was calm. Stu walked outside. The first thing he was greeted with was someone’s air conditioner in our driveway. The kids and I stayed in the basement. He went out to chat with neighbors. People all along the street were popping out to check on each other.
He came back and said, “the house on the corner is not there anymore.”
It felt like a strange dream. Still does. Eventually, we moved upstairs. No one wanted to go back to their rooms. I could not blame them. The big kids were terrified. I was too. We snuggled up on the couch together.
The fire department arrived to assist people nearly immediately. The police walked door-to-door checking on everyone. The cop told Stu another storm cell was coming in about 30-40 minutes. Awesome… no sleep for me.
Dawn came. Peace did not. We stepped outside. Instead of our beautiful, peaceful neighborhood, we were greeted with a clear path of destruction. It was terrifying to see how close the path came to us. It was horrifying to realize that not only one house went down, but many homes no longer stood.
We prayed. Thanks to God for saving us. Prayers for the families who now have to rebuild. Prayed for our school. Thanks to God for the tornado’s timing… I get overwhelmed and panicky when I think about what would have happened if school had been in session.
