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Wakita, Oklahoma
June 2, 1968...
A storm was raging over most of Grant county, and in one of the farm houses, a man poured himself some coffee in the kitchen before heading into the living room, where he was watching the weather on TV and there was a tornado warning flashing across the screen.
Upstairs in a bedroom, five-year-old Beca Mitchell was sleeping in her bed with the family dog, Toby and he was sleeping at her feet. A loud crash of thunder woke her up, and she was sitting up when her mother hurried into the bedroom.
"Becs? Come with momma'," Josephine Mitchell said to her daughter, doing her best to remain calm, but it was clear that she was on the verge of a panic attack as she scooped her daughter out of the bed, along with her Raggedy Ann doll.
"Is everything ok, Momma?" Beca asked.
Her mom didn't want to scare Beca she just wanted to get out of the house and into the storm cellar with her daughter being calm.
"Just come with me sweetie, everything is gonna okay." She said as she carried her daughter out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
Toby was left on the bed, half way down the stairs, Warren Mitchell met up with them, carrying a blanket. "We need to get down to the storm cellar right now," he said as he hurried them down the stairs and toward the front door.
"TV says it's big. Might be an F5." Warren said to his wife
Josephine nodded. "Okay, we're going to the storm cellar."
Beca, however, realized that their dog wasn't with them.
"Toby?" she called out as they headed outside.
They ran out of the house as fast as they could, things were being blown at them, lightning and thunder was crashing all around them, and debris was falling all around them.
"HURRY, WE GOTTA MOVE, HAND HER TO ME WE GOTTA GET TO THE STORM CELLAR NOW!!!!" Warren yelled
Josephine gave Beca to Warren, and they kept running. Eventually they made it into the storm cellar.
Meanwhile back inside the house, Toby was running down stairs.
Beca and her mother were frightened as all hell was breaking loose all around them.
"AHHH! IT'S ALMOST HERE" Josephine shouted
"GRAB HER!" Warren shouted, handing Beca to his wife.
"I GOTTA CLOSE THE DOOR!" He screamed as he slammed the door and closed the latch.
Unaware that Toby had just ran up and was scratching at the door, trying to get inside.
Beca, however, heard their dog at the door, with the incoming tornado.
"Daddy, daddy, Toby's right outside!"
Her father unlatched the door and opened and said
"Come on boy!" Toby jumped inside, and he shut the door once again, latching it.
Beca scooped the small dog into her arms and said
"It's okay, Toby."
Josephine turned on the light and then they sat on a wooden bench together, waiting for the tornado to pass.
Suddenly, the door began shaking violently, and there was a loud roaring, like a freight train was outside
"Hold on to Beca, honey!" Warren said to his wife before going up the stairs and holding onto the handle in order to keep the door closed.
Beca was crying as her mother held her, watching fearfully as the door kept shaking, and it was clear that the tornado had stalled nearby.
Her father grunted as it became harder and harder for him to keep the door shut. Harder.
"I CAN'T HOLD IT... DEAR GOD!" he shouted, clinging to the handle as the door kept shaking and the hinges and latch were starting to break loose.
"OH, GOD!I CAN'T HOLD IT..... ANYMORE ! AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed as the door was ripped free by the tornado but at the last minute Beca's mom grabbed a hold of him but it ended up taking both Beca's parents with it. Screaming, as they disappeared into the twister.
Beca was screaming in horror as she watched both her parents disappear "MOMMYYYY..... DADDYYYYY!"
The next morning, Beca climbed out of the storm cellar with Toby running ahead, and she saw all the devastation that the tornado had caused, her house was destroyed.
Beca's neighbors the Conrads came out of their storm cellar and saw that Beca was the only one to survive. They searched for Beca's parents but they were never found again.
The Conrads took Beca in, and raised as if she was one of their own, but Beca and Stacie Conrad instead of becoming like sisters they ended up falling in love.
There was one problem though Beca had become obsessed with tornadoes and made herself a vow then and there, that she would chase after tornados and make sure that no one else had to go through what she went through. She was going to save lives.