One day, when I was around 13 years old, I was in my kitchen, I had
promised my mum I would wash up. So there I was, washing up, when suddenly I felt a
horrific breeze hit me. It may not sound too strange to you, but it was the hottest
day of the year, and also the start of something far from normal. I had lived in the
house all my life and never found anything out of the ordinary until just a week
later.
My mum had gone shopping, with my step dad and siblings, and I was in the living
room. I'd usually stay at home when my mum went out and nothing out of the ordinary
happened, until now.
The T.V turned off, but I wasn't that scared by this. I thought it was a power cut
when the lights went off too. I went to the power box, to check the power, strangely
it was still on... as I turned to walk back into the room, it was like I was falling.
I ran and opened the door, and the whole room set a light. To my amazement the
flames seemed to form a face, a face I knew all too well, but I couldn't remember
who. I stood there in amazement, too scared to move. When suddenly the front door
opened, it was my mum, like nothing had ever happened the flames just... vanished.
I sat there, tears running down my cheeks, it was then my mum said, “It happened
didn't it?” I stared at her for few moments when she spoke again, “the flames? Your
about the right age now, before we move here there was a fire about 40 years ago, it
killed your great grandmother. I saw it too, everyone in the family see it when
there around 13, don’t tell your sister, she's not ready.”
That day haunted me for the rest of my life, I’ll never get over what happened, but
maybe one day my child will have to see it too.
