wasn’t sure. But maybe Clara would also miss her as she did most of the work in the house. And Kevin…. Well, he surely wouldn’t miss her. He barely even noticed her, at least that is what she thought. He almost never spoke to her at all. Hmm, or to anyone, as a matter of fact. He was kind of weird, but not in a bad way, if being weird could be good in any way. She remembered one time when she slipped on the front steps with the bowl of boiling water in her hands as she was going in the yard to wash the laundry and as she was going to fall he caught her in his arms and he managed to push the bowl with a swift move. It fell a few paces away from her. She had been lucky or she would have been burnt by the hot water. He didn’t say a word then, he just bowed and went back inside the house. She didn’t even get a chance to thank him. But all that did not matter now.
As she was thinking of all these it started to grow late. And she was still on the bench, thinking, pondering. Meanwhile the nice day had turned to an even nicer evening. The sun had set and a mesmerizing full silver moon was making its way from far away lands. A storm was slowly taking shape. Then the old oak behind her began to wave its branches in the wind. She got up from the bench and stared at the oak. It was as if it was whispering to her, calling her to come closer. As she looked at the old oak, it seemed bigger and scarier than before. Now the silver moon was just above her and the oak. And still the oak seemed to whisper something in the wind. But that couldn’t be, could it? Thought Sam wondering at the same time of her sanity. She decided to get closer. She put her right palm on the old bark and then she felt something very odd, as if electricity had crossed her whole body from her right hand up to her head and then down to her feet. A bluish light enveloped her and the last thing she remembered was a feeling of descent and despair, a fear beyond her imagination. Then all went black.