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Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Aug 13, 2007 15:38:51 GMT -5
It's Saturday morning (3:00am) and I cannot sleep. I never sleep because I have fear of so very many things that run through my mind in the wee hours of the night.
I got off the computer at around 2 o'clock and went downstairs (mainlevel) to shut all the windows and lock all the doors; I saw some lightening flash around the house and it was insanely bright -- a little too bright. It looked as if it was directly above our house. The rumbling of thunder was very loud as well. So I went back upstairs to my room to try and get some rest before getting up at 6 am to go to my grandpa's and start camenting the wall. I stayed upstairs in my room and put on a CD to tre and relax; but nothing doing. I always have "preminitions" but it's more torture than anything because none of it comes true: "you better go get your cat from outside or else when you wake up she'll be dead; and it'll be all your fault." was what I had thought about the night before, so when I was laying upstairs I had a strong sense of "you better go downstairs or else a tree's gonna fall on your room and kill ya'." I looked over at my cat who was sleeping safe and sound in the corner of my room and figured it was just another false alarm to get me scared.
We have a huge tree in back of us and it is right above my room so if it were to fall it would land right on my bed. I tried to fight the feeling off for quite sometime but it never went away, like most things I have fear about. So finally I went downstairs at around 2:15 and slept on a chair in the livingroom, because Taylor (my little brother) had the couch. The thunder was very strange because it rumbled for minutes without stopping and was louder than anything I've heard during a thunderstorm before. Miraculously I fell asleep but I woke to the intensity of wind blowing by our window about, literally, 90 mph. I woke instantly as the storm started. I tried my best to stay where I was and not let the fear move me, but the wind sounded as if it would break through the windows and the lights flickered on and off about 10 times and started to snap and pop. I ran into mom and dad's room and they were looking out their window shrieking, "there it goes! It's on the fence! Al, it's in Julie's yard! We lost the tree-- there goes another one!" BOOM!
I start having a panic attack and break down crying and trembling; I didn't know what the heck was going on and the fear of "I was right next to that tree and it actually did fall" was a little overwhelming. For once, that feeling I've had my entire life came true and it was a little too real. We start looking for flashlights and candles. Dad, as always, goes outside and hooks up the gutter in the pouring rain in a lightening storm, next to a huge fallen tree in pitch black. I would have given ANYTHING to get a picture of that. He was out in the backyard, nothing special, just looked like a little rain, when the lightening flashed and you could see Dad almost blowing around in the wind and the sillouette of a gigantic tree in the background. It was insane. We were all freaking out and yelled for dad to get inside; he came in safely. We opened the front door to find the whole street literered with tree branches, tree limbs, trees on cars and dead animals who stood no chance against the storm. Next door we saw flashlights scurrying around in the houses through the windows; it was amusing.
Then we go to bed after about 30 minutes, after the storm dies down a bit (at around 4am). The next morning, I had slept in while everyone else took a few tours around the neighborhoods to see the damage; I was a little late, but when I woke up, I found this:
Dad and Taylor had already been working on it for an hour or so, so it looks better than it did that night.
I'll post a few photos then explain some of the really interesting ones: (These few are from either our front yard, our street out front or the backyard.)
(Car hidden undeneith):
Neighbor's yard next door (same tree in our yard):
A few blocks away a huge tree had flown across the street and no one knew where it came from. A woman pointed out that it flew 30 feet from a small store. Here's the tree:
It was twisted out of the ground, away from it's roots and flew across the street 30 feet:
And skid across the dirt when it was flying across the street:
This photo was taken RIGHT across the street from that tree. The tornado was so high in the air it didn't touch the flowers:
Our backyard:
A block away:
A Golf Course a couple miles away:
What was so amazing was that a guy's house right behind us (and on the other street directly behind) wasn't touched at all. So we could literally see the path of the tornado. It was insane.
The news kept insisting that it was just 90 an hour winds, but that rumble I heard that night was the tornado above us; a few people had witnessed it.
I'll upload more later, but this is just the jist of it, lol.
I got off the computer at around 2 o'clock and went downstairs (mainlevel) to shut all the windows and lock all the doors; I saw some lightening flash around the house and it was insanely bright -- a little too bright. It looked as if it was directly above our house. The rumbling of thunder was very loud as well. So I went back upstairs to my room to try and get some rest before getting up at 6 am to go to my grandpa's and start camenting the wall. I stayed upstairs in my room and put on a CD to tre and relax; but nothing doing. I always have "preminitions" but it's more torture than anything because none of it comes true: "you better go get your cat from outside or else when you wake up she'll be dead; and it'll be all your fault." was what I had thought about the night before, so when I was laying upstairs I had a strong sense of "you better go downstairs or else a tree's gonna fall on your room and kill ya'." I looked over at my cat who was sleeping safe and sound in the corner of my room and figured it was just another false alarm to get me scared.
We have a huge tree in back of us and it is right above my room so if it were to fall it would land right on my bed. I tried to fight the feeling off for quite sometime but it never went away, like most things I have fear about. So finally I went downstairs at around 2:15 and slept on a chair in the livingroom, because Taylor (my little brother) had the couch. The thunder was very strange because it rumbled for minutes without stopping and was louder than anything I've heard during a thunderstorm before. Miraculously I fell asleep but I woke to the intensity of wind blowing by our window about, literally, 90 mph. I woke instantly as the storm started. I tried my best to stay where I was and not let the fear move me, but the wind sounded as if it would break through the windows and the lights flickered on and off about 10 times and started to snap and pop. I ran into mom and dad's room and they were looking out their window shrieking, "there it goes! It's on the fence! Al, it's in Julie's yard! We lost the tree-- there goes another one!" BOOM!
I start having a panic attack and break down crying and trembling; I didn't know what the heck was going on and the fear of "I was right next to that tree and it actually did fall" was a little overwhelming. For once, that feeling I've had my entire life came true and it was a little too real. We start looking for flashlights and candles. Dad, as always, goes outside and hooks up the gutter in the pouring rain in a lightening storm, next to a huge fallen tree in pitch black. I would have given ANYTHING to get a picture of that. He was out in the backyard, nothing special, just looked like a little rain, when the lightening flashed and you could see Dad almost blowing around in the wind and the sillouette of a gigantic tree in the background. It was insane. We were all freaking out and yelled for dad to get inside; he came in safely. We opened the front door to find the whole street literered with tree branches, tree limbs, trees on cars and dead animals who stood no chance against the storm. Next door we saw flashlights scurrying around in the houses through the windows; it was amusing.
Then we go to bed after about 30 minutes, after the storm dies down a bit (at around 4am). The next morning, I had slept in while everyone else took a few tours around the neighborhoods to see the damage; I was a little late, but when I woke up, I found this:
Dad and Taylor had already been working on it for an hour or so, so it looks better than it did that night.
I'll post a few photos then explain some of the really interesting ones: (These few are from either our front yard, our street out front or the backyard.)
(Car hidden undeneith):
Neighbor's yard next door (same tree in our yard):
A few blocks away a huge tree had flown across the street and no one knew where it came from. A woman pointed out that it flew 30 feet from a small store. Here's the tree:
It was twisted out of the ground, away from it's roots and flew across the street 30 feet:
And skid across the dirt when it was flying across the street:
This photo was taken RIGHT across the street from that tree. The tornado was so high in the air it didn't touch the flowers:
Our backyard:
A block away:
A Golf Course a couple miles away:
What was so amazing was that a guy's house right behind us (and on the other street directly behind) wasn't touched at all. So we could literally see the path of the tornado. It was insane.
The news kept insisting that it was just 90 an hour winds, but that rumble I heard that night was the tornado above us; a few people had witnessed it.
I'll upload more later, but this is just the jist of it, lol.
But I'm glad that you guys are alright. The first thing that came to my mind when I read your post kim was this....
That must have been terrifying! 
And while this is three months old, I just thought I would post since I saw it.