Something happened at that house that doesn't make sense. We put energies into the places that we live in; the places that we exist in. What these energies are, and what their far reaching effects are, I can't say. Obviously, that house had a history. A history that stretched far back in time. It's wood had soaked in the emotions from years of turmoil, turning rotten and hollow.
Everything about that fire, screams electrical. It started in in the walls, and when a fire extinguisher was used, it grew.
Somehow, it feels like it was more. Something in that house that had been lingering and had finally reached out. Something that had stayed dormant and held in place and was released, after being held into place by those who had occupied it.
And when those energies had weakened, it came out. It showed it's face.
It showed the forgotten memories of a long time before.
And then that house, it showed no more.
Only ash, garbage and death.
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