Joe, Justin and myself are sitting last night at the house, it had been storming for maybe an hour, but getting dramatically worse. I was pretending not to be bothered. There had been tornado warnings randomly since maybe 7:30 so I was secretly, yet not literally, shitting bricks throughout the night. Justin then comes from the room and asked, with worry in his face, "Do you guys smell smoke" and I'm like, " ah no". I get up toward Justin, then I smell it. We all go down the front stairs to look around (be nosey). We still smell smoke. It's close, it could be the house itself. We then look down the thin space between our buildings and realize to our horror that it coming for the back. We go back up stairs. I, with hast, go to the back stairs. There are already two women on the stair worried. They ask, is it our apartment. No of course, so we all collect ourselves in the back alley behind all the houses. We look up and with a sudden stillness, shock, and rain in the air we all realize its a house on the next street. We could see the flames and thick black smoke billowing out of the house, reaching for the trees. We all run to the next street up. We get there to find out that lighting stroke the abandoned house. I hurried back to the apartment to grab a camera, knocking things over to find the memory card, it was an ordeal.
People were everywhere and relieved that the house was empty, but still saddened. It dawned on me that I never seen a house burn down in person. It was great to see the fire fighters in person do their job, although I'm sure they were annoyed with all of the people watching and taking pictures IE ME...
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