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THE FLAMES A True Story of a Haunting

The Flames

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.

- Hollie




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