There it was, on the network news site I read while at work: a house that looked just like mine, clearly the same builder, on fire. Panic. And then the approximate address was given - an intersection one block away from my house. Relief. Then they say a body is inside. And I have to go to Google maps street views to convince myself it’s not one of my friend’s houses.
It’s reliving a similar feeling of some five years earlier, when a house I had owned was burned a few months after I’d sold it. In that case no one was injured, but the family had to escape out the roof windows in their pajamas. When we came to see the scene it was such a loss, despite our having moved, because it was the only home our children had known.
The new owners had left Christmas bulbs on the mantle with real flammable fir sprigs. And the fire report showed that all the batteries had been removed from all five smoke detectors I had installed. I cannot understand people like that.
Glad to hear it wasn’t your house. One of my good friends is currently living with her aunt and uncle because the house next door to hers burned down. Her house wasn’t damaged by fire, just by firefighters breaking through walls and tons of water pouring all over it. She still doesn’t know when it will be habitable again.
A house in my area just burned down with a body inside… they’re investigating. They ruled the fire arson and now they’re trying to figure out who and why.
The Mythbusters once blew up a dead ringer for my car. Not just the same make, model, year, and color, but it had a big dent on one corner that was identical to the one on mine. It was almost enough to make me walk out to my driveway & verify that my vehicle hadn’t been somehow spirited off to California …
Here’s an image–I still think that’s somehow my old car getting vaporized in the background. They stole it from an alternate timeline or something–I dunno. It’s been sent to the scrapyard now, but it was in my driveway the day I saw that episode. Freaky.
