CHAPTER 01

  Leonore is at the burial site of her father, face full of tears running like a river as the rain hits hard on the umberllas at the burial, She is with some strange middle aged woman having curls in her hair standing besides her in the black dress showing no signs of tears Mrs. Boutell Wycherley.

Leonore is twenty, tall, fairly light skinned, black beauty with slik black hair, pink lips, breath taking eyes and a lovly, warm smile, She is made to go back and takebher seat next to her stepmother who comforts her, the priest bless the body and asks for Leonore to place the first set of flower on the coffin of which she does and watches as her father is being lowered the covered up with soil and the burial is over. Before Leonore could say farwell to her friends who had appeared at the burial site, Mrs. Boutell rushes her to enter the car and takes her back home in the far outcasts of Dallas where she stays in a middle class house that only has few rooms because her father was a successful business man in that area. Mrs. Boutell drops Leonore at the entrance to the house as it was still raining and says.

"I am coming to pick you up tomorrow so be ready" then she drives away.

Leonore is left alone to stay in the lonely dark house without the company of her father by her side. Lightning strikes which scares her making her run straight into the house locking herself in.

It is 8:00pm in the night and therebis no power in the house and to make matters worse it was cold,she is in her room locked up and covering herself with a blanket over her head but then she suddenly hears a knock on the window with thunderous rain hitting on the roof of the house.She's too scared that she covers her head even more, there banging get louder until she difts off to sleep with tears rolling down her face. As she sleeps, she gets scared that she jumps out of her bed,so she takes a moment of silence to regain back her strenght. She is sweating all over like she's from a terrible nightmare that she couldn't get out of. The rain has stopped hitting and it's just 11:00am in the morning as the night seems to still be young, she remains on her bedside deciding on what to do next either to go check it out or to stay but the bang gets louder which makes her jump and grabs a nearby baseball bat to hit whatever she will find downstairs.