In the far end of the attic lay a charred bed. Beside it, a plastic lamp that had melted. The night table where the lamp was sitting on was completely untouched, though. Kevin had first spotted the bread knife on the floor, which was partially twisted and partially burnt at the same time.
Only the wooden part of the bed was charred, Kevin could see. The quilts were in perfect condition and barely touched. An old black and white TV on the other side of the room had melted, but the CD player beside it was unscathed. Kevin couldn’t see a single fire in the room that could have caused this. It was simply a miracle of nature.
Grandma Gerry’s damage to the attic was hardly noticeable. It was like the floor had repaired itself. Only a few shards of glass and some broken furniture remained. With the noise Gerry had made, Kevin was sure that she must have done more damage than that.
But the most horrific site of all stood before him. On the bed was the skull of his former grandmother. The rest of her body lay below it, in ashes. The position of the ashes faintly represented the frame of a body. Strangely the white sheets below the body were in tact. It almost appeared as though someone had burned her, then sprinkled the ashes on the bed. But there was still the matter of that head.
Kevin put a hand to his mouth and suppressed the urge to puke. When he was finally able to unglue his feet from the floor, he dashed out of the attic as fast as his long legs could take. He ran out the door and kept on going.
Kevin had no idea where he was headed. All he knew was that he was going to go as far as he could before he passed out. Unfortunately for Kevin, the road he was running on wasn’t visited much. That was why his mom picked that house. It was nice and secluded, so if Kevin decided to visit there would be no entourage.
A little while later, Kevin spotted a car coming his way. It must be the police, he decided. He stopped running and stood in the car’s way, waving his arms like a maniac. When he saw whose car it was, he gasped and let his arms drop to his sides.
When the car came to a stop he stammered, “What…what are you doing here?”
“I’m your wife Kevin! As soon as I thought you were in trouble I came rushing over here. What happened to…” Before she could finish, Kevin embraced her tightly. After a few more minutes they pulled apart. There were a group of cars heading in their direction. Kevin heard their sirens and knew that the police had finally arrived.
When it came time for Kevin to explain what happened, he said that the crazy burglar women killed his grandmother in the attic. He never actually found out what happened.
( Author’s Note: No, I don’t feel this way about my grandmother, or Kevin’s. This is just another controversial product from my overly-inhabited, over-active brain. I bet you’re all wondering how she died, aren’t you? Well, I’m in a good mood, so I’ll tell ya. It’s a little thing called spontaneous human combustion. SHC can happen anytime, anywhere and to anyone, from what I can tell. You don’t have to be evil, or possessed to get it. Why does it happen? No one is really sure right now. There are some really strange stories out there though. I used a combination of all these stories to describe what happened to Gerry. The hot door knob it a product of all of the heat conducted in the room. The burnt, half burnt and melted things are all from stories I’ve heard. Nobody is sure why though. Generally if you set something on fire and it’s an uncontrolled fire, it’ll spread to other objects in the room. But not SHC, oh no. Also, it’s physically impossible to burn a human in a matter of seconds without such high heat that it wouldn’t burn a house down, because of the water content in the human body. Ok, I’ve confused you enough now. But now you know right? For more information, look it up. I’m too lazy to find a good web page for ya:) I know that this chapter was badly written, and I made up a lot of stuff about SHC in it, but at least I finished it! Oh, and I purposely didn't mention the name of Kevin's wife, as to not upset you)
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