Kelly was hiding beneath a door that had come off its hinges; the bottom half was wedged in the door frame and the top half was resting on the kitchen table. Her hand was clasped over her mouth as she tried to stay quiet and control her breathing.
Kelly lived on her own in a 1st floor flat on an estate in Dagenham, East London.
It was about 2am when she woke up. Her bed was shaking, the ornaments decorating her room were rattling and the two pictures on her wall crashed to the floor as the rumbles ended.
The last time she felt anything similar was in 2008 – she woke up to an earthquake then too.
There was a little delay after, but then she could hear dogs barking, car and house alarms going off and people shouting and children crying.
But then she heard screaming, then she heard more screaming.
Had someone been killed by that little tremor? She thought.
She jumped out of bed, but there was screaming coming from everywhere. Even the hall on her floor.
She pulled on her joggers and hoody piled up next to her bed, and as she went out the bedroom door she slotted her feet into her trainers. She looked through the spyhole in her front door and saw someone rush past.
Was there a fire? Becoming a little frantic, she undid the Yale lock, turned the key and finally took the hook off the catch.
She opened the door in a scramble and as she was about to head out, she saw Mrs Jackson from number 14 on the floor holding a bloody hand out to her. A man in a Tracksuit covered in blood was clawing at her chest like a dog trying to find a bone.
“Mrs Jackson”, Kelly screamed. The hooded man looked up and snarled. He leapt forward but Kelly was still behind the door. She slammed it closed as he thudded against it.
She ran to find her mobile phone out of her bedroom when there was another rumble. This time the shaking was a terrifying rocking. The floor and the walls were vibrating -big, swaying vibrations.
Seconds after the violent tremor began, giant cracks began to appear. She could hear the pots and pans rattling out of the cupboards in the kitchen and smashing to the floor.
She managed to make it into the kitchen as her front door banged open. The ceiling just before the kitchen door began to collapse. The kitchen door cracked off forcing her to the ground under its weight. The door had become wedged above her, protecting her from the rest of the smashing and crashing which was so loud she had to clamp her hands over ears.
For a long time she held her hands on her ears and her eyes were so tightly clamped shut that it hurt when she finally opened them.
She didnt know she had been screaming until the tremor finally came to an end. She stopped a few seconds after it finished, the shrill sound ringing through her head.
There were no car alarms this time. No house alarms and the screaming seemed to have stopped for the moment.
A pipe had burst and Kelly could feel her clothes shrink to her legs the cold water hit.
She began to try and wiggle free when she heard a snarl from above the door.