Well what I'm going to tell all of you is no way related to my return It's my semester break and well, I just popped in. ((I know I'm being a little Wizzard piece of shit "popping in" and leaving after a day but im sorreh ;~)
Although something really...scary(?) happened a few days back and I'm still recovering good. This isnt to get attention or sympathy, or heck, maybe it is, but my big mouth is really itching in its finest sense to tell all of you who may be viewing this thread/post.
For minor reasons, I'm just naming my town 'Town A' and my hometown 'Town B'.
So here goes.
On 29th of September (Monday last week) my family and I left for Town B on a 3-day vacation. Our house in Town A (where I left from) was all secured and taken care of security-wise stuff like, all of the switched cables and sockets were uh, secured, again.
We reached Town B by 11 PM that same day, we retired for the night, happy and safe.
So what the heck, next morning my dad gets this call from one of neighbors asking for our spare house keys back at Town A. Upon inquiry, he says that he saw smoke coming out of our window and that the curtains were one fire. Now let me tell you, this was our first very own house, and its no more than 2 years old to be one fire ;w;
Anyhoos, by the time the Fire service arrived, the damage had been done, our living room was ravaged, the dining room was ravaged and so was the kitchen.
For further information if you're really curious as to how it happened:
The fire started by a short circuit of a small zero-watt bulb which was hung directly above our couch. So this bulb, it bursts and falls right onto our couch, and starts flaming like a turned on pyromaniac.
Danger was, a similar bulb in the dining area also caught on fire although by the time, all the power lines were tripped. So yeah, since the house was closed, all windows and openings shut, the smoke drifted upward, towards the first-floor lounge. This "smoke" was pitch-black thanks to the material of the couch which was on fire. And viola! All of the white walls of our house turned a beautiful black 8D
On one side, I'm really happy that there was no damage or harm done to anyone's lives. And I'm ever so grateful for our neighbors.
But the thing is, i kind of maybe
saw it coming?
We'd cancelled our tickets for Town B a few days earlier due to political tensions in our country. But we managed to rebook them the day before we left (28th Sept. Sunday). Normally, I'd be really happy, but that night,
I had this shaking feeling that I was going to die on our way there. NOW I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY AND STUPID BUT IM A PARANOID PERSON OKAY ;~;
I tried to brush that feeling off, but it just WOULDN'T. The next day (29th) right before we left, my family and I were all gathered in the living room...sitting on the couch and THIS IS ALSO SOUNDS CRAZY BUT IT JUST HAPPENED- my mind kept telling me that this was the last time I'm seeing my house like this. I felt really disturbed after that, but the journey went smooth, I didnt die. So when we reached Town B I was all to myself, punching my brain for scaring me like a bitch, but tHAT FEELING DID NOT LEAVE. That whole night, all that was in my mind was "Something's gonna happen. Something devastating" And the next morning. It firetrucking did.
Well what I'm going to tell all of you is no way related to my return
It's my semester break and well, I just popped in.
((I know I'm being a little Wizzard piece of shit "popping in" and leaving after a day but im sorreh ;~
)Although something really...scary(?) happened a few days back and I'm still recovering good. This isnt to get attention or sympathy, or heck, maybe it is, but my big mouth is really itching in its finest sense to tell all of you who may be viewing this thread/post.
For minor reasons, I'm just naming my town 'Town A' and my hometown 'Town B'.
So here goes.
On 29th of September (Monday last week) my family and I left for Town B on a 3-day vacation. Our house in Town A (where I left from) was all secured and taken care of security-wise stuff like, all of the switched cables and sockets were uh, secured, again.
We reached Town B by 11 PM that same day, we retired for the night, happy and safe.
So what the heck, next morning my dad gets this call from one of neighbors asking for our spare house keys back at Town A. Upon inquiry, he says that he saw smoke coming out of our window and that the curtains were one fire. Now let me tell you, this was our first very own house, and its no more than 2 years old to be one fire ;w;
Anyhoos, by the time the Fire service arrived, the damage had been done, our living room was ravaged, the dining room was ravaged and so was the kitchen.
For further information if you're really curious as to how it happened:
The fire started by a short circuit of a small zero-watt bulb which was hung directly above our couch. So this bulb, it bursts and falls right onto our couch, and starts flaming like a turned on pyromaniac.
Danger was, a similar bulb in the dining area also caught on fire although by the time, all the power lines were tripped. So yeah, since the house was closed, all windows and openings shut, the smoke drifted upward, towards the first-floor lounge. This "smoke" was pitch-black thanks to the material of the couch which was on fire. And viola! All of the white walls of our house turned a beautiful black 8D
On one side, I'm really happy that there was no damage or harm done to anyone's lives. And I'm ever so grateful for our neighbors.
But the thing is, i kind of maybe
saw it coming?
We'd cancelled our tickets for Town B a few days earlier due to political tensions in our country. But we managed to rebook them the day before we left (28th Sept. Sunday). Normally, I'd be really happy, but that night,
I had this shaking feeling that I was going to die on our way there. NOW I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY AND STUPID BUT IM A PARANOID PERSON OKAY ;~;
I tried to brush that feeling off, but it just WOULDN'T. The next day (29th) right before we left, my family and I were all gathered in the living room...sitting on the couch and THIS IS ALSO SOUNDS CRAZY BUT IT JUST HAPPENED- my mind kept telling me that this was the last time I'm seeing my house like this. I felt really disturbed after that, but the journey went smooth, I didnt die. So when we reached Town B I was all to myself, punching my brain for scaring me like a bitch, but tHAT FEELING DID NOT LEAVE. That whole night, all that was in my mind was "Something's gonna happen. Something devastating" And the next morning. It firetrucking did.
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tl;dr : My house caught on fire and I may have "predicted" it and I feel guilty. Yay or nay? Thoughts?
also sorry for the long-ass post