Boy, this one is hard to write about–because it was freaky–even today. Probably a plausible explanation, but it does make you wonder.
Anyway, when my sister and I were both quite young we were playing in the bedroom we shared. We weren’t doing anything particular–don’t remember doing anything wicked, but, all of the sudden sparks of fire would come up through the floor. I promise you–we saw the fire and the remaining smoke, even black marks remained on the wooden floor. This happened on at least two or three different occasions.
I had not thought about it for years, but before my sister passed away in 05, she asked me about it. Did it really happened. Yes, she remembered it just as I had.
