Very Frightful Days- REVISED EDITION

Chapter 3

*Not Edited*
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As soon they saw the door collapse from the fire, they immediately ran out the other door that hasn't burned yet. It didn't take long for the smoke to spread through the halls, and soon enough flames.

Violet and Klaus ran through the halls, covering their mouth with their sleeves. They looked around for the exit that wasn't burning or blocked off. They made their way to the front, only to find it blocked off by a large flaming piece of wood.

Their mansion, their home, was in engulfed in flames. Heat surrounded their bodies as if they were in an oven, the smoke as thick as blood. Violet clenched onto her bag tighter, while Klaus held her free hand. They all of a sudden heard crying. The cry of a small child, an infant. They heard the cry of the youngest Baudelaire child.

"Sunny!" Violet screamed. She ran to the sound of the crying, still holding into Klaus and her case. They continued coughing but didn't stop until they reach the sound of the cries, which led them back to one of the study rooms, where they spent too much time reading and inventing.

The fire didn't destroy much of it. The coffee table, small piano, and sofa chairs have not yet been burned. The table had a few picture frames. One was a family portrait making Violet and Klaus smile in the heat. Without thinking, Violet took the photo out of the frame before the fire caught up to it and placed it in her bag.

They never gave any much thought the picture before and didn't have time to think about it. After looking under the desk and chairs, the fire quickly started to burn through the books. The fire had spread to the study, easily burning through the many books on the shelves. Klaus was full of fear and panic and Violet finally found little Sunny under their father's desk.

"The door is blocked!" He told her pointing at the entrance, where more lumber was flaming.

"We're trapped!"

The smoke grew thicker and thicker, as well as the flames that surrounded. Violet looked at her younger siblings, her brother covering the baby from the heat and smoke.

"No!" Violet rejected. "We are not going to die here!"

"We can't escape! There's nothing!"

"There's always something!" The eldest, like in any dangerous situation they've been in, tied her long hair back in a ribbon.

Anyone who knew Violet well knew that she was thinking hard whenever her hair was tied back with a ribbon or string. She managed to block out the flames, the heat, the smoke and even the cries of her young siblings. Her mind was clear and remembered a secret way to get out found a way out.