She heard the men before she saw them. Heavy foot falls on the wet pavement. Her parents came instantly alert. They opened the door so hard it flew off the hinges and slid across the room too the foot of the stairs. The men were dressed in black from head to toe. There were three of them. One was a huge man that stood 6'6 and had wide shoulders. The other man was shorter and stood 5'7 and was thin and wiry and seemed twitchy. The other was the shortest but apparently the leader. He stood at 5'3 and was a little plump. Without any warning they puled out three revolvers and shot her parents, twice in the chest. Her brother all the sudden rushed out with their father's shot gun. He fired one round and they fired two. Her brother fell down dead. Then the short one looked up saw her.
"Get her!" the short one shouted. And the two others went after her. She rushed into her room and slid under her bed and opened the small trap door that was down there. She soon heard the men above her. Knocking things over and pushing things aside. Soon they gave up and left. Below the wreckage of her room Rachel silently wept.
