°°°20th, June, 2019°°°

The clear skies quickly gave way to the saddened grey clouds, which in a moment let down rain drops followed by lightning and thunder.

"Shit! It rained like this on that day too!" Mary Angela told the invisible, while she peeked at the unhappy weather through ragged curtains on the window of the creaky cottage.

The tall slim dark haired girl bit her fingers mysteriously and pulled at the dusty curtains as tears hung lazily on her eyelids. The gentle drops of salt, watered the green in her eyes.

"They should have waited. Jane and Michael should have waited...the lightening is but an effect...the thunder is just a sound...fear makes humans do crazy things...insane things." Mary rumbled on and pondered on her nonsensical recitation for no reason as she broke everything in her way.

"They should've waited...if they waited they wouldn't be dead...blood, bones, fire on bridges...stay, stay!" Mary screamed as she pulled on her hair. She ran down a few stairs and hid herself in the basement of the old cottage.

The Beckham family decided to have a nice summer vacation by going camping in the woods, at the northern parts of the great California.

"Darling I still do not support the idea of my family spending summer in the forest. Where's the fun in that?" said Mrs Alice Beckham.

She was a beautiful middle aged woman. Blonde with a small stature and pretty green eyes. Her pink slightly puffed lips, a product of lip suction blended well with the pinch of tan that lined every portion of her skin. Alice's body was also a product of doctor's knives. Front side and back side pushed up and out, tummy tucked in, hips stood out to give her the perfect figure '8'. She looked like Barbie in the mind of lonely perverts.

"Come on, honey we'll have fun. I promise. Also, it's not just this summer, if the kids love it here...we'll move in...completely!" Dr Richard Beckham the head of the home replied.

Unlike Alice who had green eyes, Richard's were an outstanding blue. He was a tall form of pretty for a man in his late forties. His facial hair crept around his lips and kissed his chin neatly in chains of brunette and grey. His brown hair was tied into a scanty small bun.

"Well I don't give a damn about fun. The thing is if I can't get any signal in this forest I'll kill myself." Said George, the eldest of the Beckham kids while he slapped his dead phone on his gloved palms.

Like his father he also had lovely brown hair. His eyes were blue. He did have irises like his father but the difference in their faces, was vivid. The wonders of DNA and the theory of recessive genes, perhaps.

Thick-eye browed and quite rude as expected of a teenager. He was a cute being but the white spaces across his nose and cheeks were loved by freckles and a black birth mark, the size of a dot stood proud on the left side of his lips.

"Don't be stupid George. Of course you can't know that now. Your phone's dead. This will be fun guys!" Richard kept his protest on fun firm, while he eyed his son from the rear-view mirror.

"I'm not stupid. You're stupid." George murmured.

"What was that now?" Richard asked.

"Nothing" Poor George pouted.

"Give the kid a break Richie, we've been driving for hours and it's almost sunset. He's just tired." Alice said.

"Yeah right, he's tired but his foul mouth isn't."

"You're having fun aren't you honey." Richard asked while his eyes landed by a minute on a small figure that sat beside George at the back seat of the Jeep he drove.

"Yes I am having fun. Oh but the fun hasn't begun yet daddy. Wait till we're outta here. I'm going to have a thousand pets!" Melody giggled.

She was the last one in the family. Her sweet and quite plump face was untainted unlike her brother's.

Melody was a cheerful six year old, innocent to the core and a carbon copy of her mother. Well besides the blonde hair. Melody's were a perfect brown like her father.

"You can have all the pets you want dear but you'll have to clean up after them." Alice told her daughter.

"I sure will and Poodles would have the best of the best for friends. Isn't that right Miss Poodle Pink?" Melody asked her poodle dog. The white creature of fur, by half and half licked Melody's nose in excitement. George rolled his eyes.

"I'm still not up for a life on the outskirts of the city Richie. " Alice told her husband while she arranged her bangs. Her eyes glued to the side-view mirror.

"We're here!" Richard announced after he parked his Jeep in front of an old but somewhat pretty cabin.

Trees stood around the wooden building. It was too large to be called a cabin and too wooden to be called a modern house. It was a wide landscape indeed. Ripped up wired fences stood around it by parts.

On the back of the cabin was a small pool.

Right out the front, were flowers on vases and beds. Some hung and others were on the ground where they belonged by nature. Five white chairs made of wood and carved to fit fancy sat on the patio, along with a wooden table and a rocking chair that smelt of dew and wood.

To Richard and his daughter Melody, it was perfect.

To Alice it was a disaster.

To George it was whatever.

The trees shook vigorously, the whistling of the stubborn wind became howls, and screeches were heard from afar. The rain poured down again.

"Let's get in" Richard told the family.

"I'm going to call it and I'll have the biggest room!" Melody yelled as she ran up a few stairs onto the patio and into the cabin.

"Hold it there you little brat!" George screamed and ran after his little sister.

"George Daniel Beckham! Language!" Alice yelled at George who was already gone.

Richard laughed and turned to his wife "Ladies first."

Alice smiled and walked into the wooden crib. Richard followed.

Mary was asleep and at the sound of footsteps she woke up and surprisingly gave a smile.