Daydreams of: The Nightmare

A husband and wife sat huddled in the bathtub.  A radio rambled on as the two held cushions over their head in a ridiculous attempt at protection.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  The weather forecasters had predicted the hurricane would make landfall in Tampa, not their town.  The hurricane wasn’t supposed to get this strong either.  It was to be a category three at max, now it raged bouncing at the category five mark.

The couple had done the things expected of them for the storm.  They had rounded up all the yard furniture, boarded the windows and doors, and braced the garage door against the wind.  It shouldn’t have been this bad.

The wind shrilled through the layers of plywood and glass, overpowering the radio.  All the while the last words of the weatherman echoed through the husband’s head.

“The storm has turned into the harbor.  This is it!  This is the nightmare scenario!  Do not try to evacuate!  It’s too late!”

-BZZT!-

All television reception was lost after that.

For over an hour the winds howled and moaned while the couple prayed.

Suddenly a thunder of explosion boomed seemingly from everywhere.

“We’ve been breached!”  The husband cried to his wife in warning.

“We have not!”  She argued back.

The husband got out of the tub and put his hand to the gap at the bottom of the door.  Wind blew in as if a vacuum was working in reverse.

“The house has been breached!”  He yelled.  “I can feel the wind come in from outside the door!”

“You are wrong!”  She commanded.

It took two hours of fear, tension, and praying before the storm passed and they exited the room.  The wife was right.  The house had not been breached.  The explosion came from a pole light the previous owner had installed.  The storm had snapped the pole like a tooth pick and the mercury bulb exploded upon impact.

They were safe.  They had survived unscathed.  They were lucky.

This story is brought to you for the Trifecta Challenge.

19 thoughts on “Daydreams of: The Nightmare

  1. The tension of having to wait to find out if the rest of the house was still there is really terrible. You did a great job ramping things up, with one thing after another going before the explosion.

  2. Storms are so scary! You conveyed the tension well – of course the husband & wife would argue at this time, whether to mask their fear or relieve it, or maybe they’d been fighting all day. I like this piece.

  3. There’s a lot of power in those storms, and I can only imagine being in the bathtub when one hit… OhhHhH shiver me timbers!

  4. I’m curious. Is your story derived from firsthand knowledge? I live in New Orleans and have my whole life. I read this story through tears. I feared a horrible end. Thank you for not going to my dark place.

    • First hand experience of Hurricane Charlie. We also had two dogs and three cats in the bathroom with us. I had to cut them out to make the word count limit.

      The retirement village where I work is all mobile homes from the 70’s. Over 80% decimation with no fatalities. Everyone lived through it.

      • I can bet. I went through a pretty wild storm last year, but it was no Hurricane!

        Thank goodness everyone was okay :-)

      • It turned out alright, there was about 5 hours of no electricity with thunder bumping loud enough, and close enough, to shake things on the walls… flash flooding, and I was home with 4 cats and a dog… yep and a few candles… Oh did I mention that it started at about 9pm LOL, I was up until the lights went back on.

      • Sounds like a bad one. Glad you came through it all right.

        Mirrors behind the candles will double the light. ;)

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