The storm was really bad, I had given the movers directions to the place just in case we got separated in the hard rain. I was praying that I had enough windsheild washer fluid to get me through the drive. I stopped at this sign, behind this sign was this really creepy road.

'Must be home.'

I drove down the road and it looked like a Blair Witch movie or something. There were no houses and I saw glowing little eyes everywhere. I saw one house though, but only one light was on, I wonder who lived there. Hopefully they were nice neighbors, or are nice neighbors. I squinted my eyes and saw the moving van, I couldnt see the house through the rain though, damn rain. I shut off the car and got out of the car, my shoes kept on getting stuck in the mud. I couldnt hear the movers, I couldnt see them either, maybe they were inside. I dug the house keys out of my pocket and went up to the door. I tried to turn the doorknob, just in case they left it locked, nope. I tried to put my key in the knob but I couldnt see. I was getting soacked and I couldnt get into my house, just damn great. I didnt know what to do, so I kneeled down and waited. I could hear some footsteps, but figured it was just the rain pounding on the roof.

'Exuse me.'

I screamed and fell backwards in the mud. I looked up at someone in a hooded raincoat.

'Do you live here?'

Jesus Christ this person scared the crap out of me, it was a typical horror movie moment. I thought he was some phyco killer or something (hehe). I didnt know whether to answer or not, I didnt really want anyone to know I was living here, just in case those murderer rumours were true.

'I am just moving in, but the movers seemed to have disapeared or somthing.'

The person started to laugh, I didnt think it was that funny really.

'They are over at my house, they wanted a place out of the rain. Come on, you need some dry clothes.'

I actully have some dry clothes, but they are all in box's inside the van. I trailed behind the man, well I figured it was a man. Had a manly voice, but then again you never know. We came up to the house, illuminated by the man's flashlight, he shone it all around and I got a good look of the place. There was one thing that was a little weird though, what was with all the corn? We came up to the porch and walked inside the house, and there were the movers, all laughing and having fun. I walked inside and cleared my throat. They all looked at me and I could tell they were guilty. One of the movers stood up.

'We are really sorry miss, but we were sick of waiting out in the rain.'

Well so was I. I nodded and tried to keep my muddy pants from hitting anything in the mans house. I didnt need to clean everything tonight, tonight was horrible enough.

'Well I would have been sooner if the woman in the diner didnt go on about some murderer.'

One of the movers coughed out his Moutain Dew ands stared at me with wide eyes, maybe he had a phobia with murderers? I kinda raised my eyebrow when I heard someone clear they're throat behind me. I turned around and my eyes went wide open, damn that man is gorgeous.