The Boy and the Fire

Chapter 2: Thought and Connection

March 19, 1986

After reading that book, I had thought about the fire for a while. " The house across the street where the boy lives was where the fire was," I thought, "so the boy might know more about it!" I ran out the door to his house. I knocked on the door. After a few minutes, I remembered that nobody ever answers the door, so I started to walk back home. Then, I heard a faint creak from behind me. I froze, and slowly turned my head to where the sound came from. The door of the house was open! I glanced into the house curiously and began to pace up to the door. It was getting dark, and my parents were out, so I slyly slipped past the old, decaying door, and into the house. The house was big. It had two floors and a big chandelier hanging over the front entrance. There were very few windows, and nobody was home. I called out to see if I could get a reply, but my voice is the only one pressent. Or so it seemed...
My parents pulled up the driveway, so I ran out the door, shutting it behind me, and sprinted into the front door of my house.

April 1, 1986

I haven't had a chance to go back to the house yet, but I will today. As I finnished my homework, I asked my parents if I could go for a long walk. My mom said ok, but my dad was sleeping, so I waited to tell him. I told him fifteen minutes later and quietly went out to the house. It was pitch black outside so I ran back and grabbed a flashlight and went back out. The door was open again. I know it may seem strange, but I tried to ignore the fact of it being open by itself and continued into the house.
It looked the same as before, except the chandelier was slanted slightly to the side. I walked slowly and cautiously up to the stairs, and the floor creaked under me as I paced. The stairs were steep and narrow and there was a step missing in the middle of the stairway. I hesitated, but managed to build up the courage to go up. I hopped gently up the stairs. When I got to the top, the door shut behind me and I jumped. "Oh...just a door," I told myself, and continued into the darkness.