Shane panicked. Pacing around the flame engulfed room, no where to run, no oxygen. He started having anxiety attacks. The flames grew hotter and hotter, closer and closer. He knew he'd be eaten by flames, it was clear. He focussed on the red and orange flickering light and gave up on trying to get out, he couldn't, and he knew that. Tears rolled down his cheeks leaving a stiff red trail behind. The house was burnt to each end, ashes of what's left lay behind. His parents are dead. He's an only child. And he's a sinner. He did drugs, and lit the dead old oak wood floor of the abandoned house while he was at it.
The light and heat faded out to a cold black slate. "Mum, Dad? Is that you?" He said blinking softly until bright light shone in on him. His mother and father stared at him with disappointed frowns strung to their lips. A single tear dripped down his mothers check as she mouthed the words "How could you Shane? How could you." They both turned around and vanished into pure light.
"Mum? Dad! Don't leave me! Help! It was an accident!" Shane screamed out into nothing crying, pain ridden throughout his body. The burn and heat came back, not because of flame, because his parents had denied to be with him in the after life.
He walked through the charcoal house firemen everywhere. Shane went on toward the room he made that stupid act in. His body was lying there untouched by the firemen. His face burnt to a thick black crisp, his hands clutching his head mid scream. His death was horrid, nonetheless his denial too. No one had cared. Although he had, and he cannot leave his house of denial. He's the burnt soul.
