Fire
October:
Fire. I could smell it.
Its pungent scent burned in my nostrils, ash clogged up my lungs. I couldn’t escape it. No matter which way I turned, I was surrounded by fire. They had made sure I couldn’t get out; that I had nowhere to run.
From somewhere behind me, I heard a woman scream. I had never heard that particular sound before but I recognized it immediately.
Aunt Rosaline.
I whipped around in my fiery prison to find myself staring at my aunt and uncle, both being burned alive. The flames spread across their flesh as if they’d just been doused with gasoline.
I lurched forward, driven by the need to save my uncle and his wife. I didn’t even feel the flames as I ran through the wall of fire that had entrapped me. I needed to save them.
I screamed my uncle Charlie’s name as I ran towards them. I had barely even closed the gap between us when a large, smoldering wooden beam collapsed in front of me, blocking my path.
“No!” I screamed. “Take me! Leave them alone! Take me!”
“Take you?” A cold voice whispered in my ear. “Of course not dear. You’re going to learn a very important lesson tonight.”
“No.” I heard my devastated sobs over the sounds of the roaring flames.
“Yes.” A different voice spoke, sending chills down my spine. I closed my eyes tightly. Not the boy. Please not the boy. “You’re going to watch them burn.”
I jolted upright, the scream instantly escaping my lips as, in my dream, I watched my Uncle’s house explode.
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The Calling | The House of Voices #1
ParanormalAbercoster's Institute for Troubled Youth has been October Grimme's home for three months. Why? Because everyone is convinced that she developed a psychological problem after watching her Aunt and Uncle burn to death in their home. That couldn't be...
