A terrifying sound

The floor rumbles beneath me as I open my eyes. It’s the middle of the night and one thing stands out to me above all else.

The roaring that is getting louder and louder.

“What the fuck is that?” I yell, scrambling out of my blanket and to my feet.

My eyes widen and the hair on the back of my neck stands up when I hear an explosion in the distance. There’s another, and another. I put the pieces together. We’re getting bombed!

“Get to the basement!” Sasha’s uncle yells, coming out of his room and ushering us to the door.

We hurry out the door and into the staircase. The roaring engines grow even louder as we rush down the stairs. I hear more and more explosions.

There are a few others already here when we rush into the basement. I sit down and huddle up against the wall. Sasha sits next to me and grabs onto me.

It’s so loud that I can barely hear myself think. I can feel the vibrations of the engines. They have to be right on top of us.

The ground shakes with an explosion. Somebody lets out a gasp. Dust falls from the ceiling. Another one goes off from the other direction.

I grit my teeth and tuck my knees closer to my chest as the bombs continue to fall. I can feel Sasha’s grip on me tighten. Her knuckles are white.

The lights flicker and buzz before leaving us in total darkness. A million thoughts race through my head.

Another bomb explodes, this one so close to us that the entire building shakes. It’s so loud that my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. The closest one yet. Somebody cries out. I can hear jars falling and breaking.

It goes on and on for what feels like forever. No others come as close as the last, but they are still deafening. They still shake the ground. This is the most terrifying moment of my life. So far, I think to myself.

Slowly but surely, the explosions grow further and further away, and the sound of the engines weaken. I can’t help but feel exhausted as I sit with my back against the wall in this dark basement.

I just hope they don’t come back.