Today is my Mom's and Dad's (i.e. my parents') anniversary. So, they have gone shopping with my big brother, who is spending for their gifts. Today is Sunday, and I don't have school. There's going to be a great party at our house, tonight; and all our friends and relatives are gonna attend it!

I woke just now and it's 10.15 a.m. I gotta make something special for my parents, which I watched in YouTube. 

To be honest, I haven't cooked anything, even prepared TEA; in my whole life. So, it is new for me. I feel like it's an adventure: cooking. I take all the utensils that they showed and wash them. I turn on the stove, keep a pot on it and put the things they put necessary for the dish.

Few minutes later:

Sniff! Sniff! Nice aroma! I guess it's done cooking. So, I take it with my hand. Ouch! It's hot. It really is very hot! Meaning, really, really hot. I drop the pot down, with all of the gravy. And it is hugging the floor. Because, of some additives I've put, it will not be easy to clean the floor. When my mother comes, the kitchen has to be clean. Or else, on her anniversary day, she will turn into a zombie. And that is NOT good!

I kneel down on the floor with soap and water, and start to scrub the floor. "Hsssssssssssssssssss". I jump out of my body and I get goosebumps on my hands and legs. I totally forgot about the water boiling in the kettle. I take it from the stove; this time with an old rag. I take it towards the pan, in which I'm gonna prepare a dessert. And...

"Aaaaaargh!" I scream as I slip and fall face down on the floor. I forgot about the soapy floor. Urgh! My dress, body and hair are all coated with soap, gravy and water. My God, I'm in a total mess right now. I gotta take a wash and come and continue this adventure.

After much consideration, I decide to bathe. 23 minutes later, I dry my hair with a dryer and I smell the fresh fragrance around me. And then, some other smell also enters my nose. A burning smell. I take in a deep breath to see if I can detect its source using my 7th sense, and I choke hard. God! That really is so strong! What could be burning? Is it from the neighbors'? I peep from my room window and there's no smoke there. And nothing is out of ordinary.

I ponder on what I was doing earlier and after 3.3 milliseconds, my brain clicks on it. Right! I was making something for my parents and I've left it halfway. I stride towards the kitchen and I see a little smoke coming from the kitchen doorway. I cannot see a single thing after entering the kitchen. It's smoky here!

I take a cardboard from somewhere and fan the smoky place ahead of me. I see orange flame. Oh no! The place is burning! But how? I see the kerosene oil bottle melting. Is it for the hot water I spilled earlier? But, how could the fire come near the kerosene, for it to start the fire. I see that the stove is on!

I shake my head to clear my foggy brain. I promise on my PJs I wear to sleep, that there is NO way for the fire to be started. I turn to go to call the fire service and I hit myself on an invisible force and fall backwards. I'm sure that there was nothing {meaning (not a single thing)} right behind me. But. What was that thing?

I run my hand wildly in front of me, from where I was knocked down. There sure is nothing. Ok! That should have been my imagination or hallucination (or whatever you wish to call it). I start crawling to the hall. Something pulls me backwards towards the burning kitchen. I felt nails digging onto my ankles. There should (and must) be something or someone other than me. I turn to see what it is. But, there is nothing.

I start crawling again, and I'm being pulled back this time too. I fall flat on the ground and my nose hits the floorboard hard and it starts bleeding. OH MY GOSH! I am bleeding! The girl who hasn't seen blood for 15 years is bleeding. No!!! How could this happen to me? What did I do wrong?

I start to cry and slowly try standing up. Sigh! I stood up and start running to the hall. I reach the telephone and start dialing the Fire Service Emergency Number. I keep the receiver in my left ear.

"You are going to die today!" I hear someone whisper in my right ear. I turn to my right; but, there's no one. I hear the dial tone ringing in the phone. Come on! Someone pick it up! It's freaking me!!

Someone picks it up on the other side, and I start jabbering: "A fire has started up here. Please, come and help me! I am the only human here. And there's something else here. Like an evil presence. I can sense it." I let it out and start weeping.

The line goes dead. "Hello! Hello! Is someone there? Please. Please, help me!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!" I hear evil laughter on the phone! Then, a shrill voice starts screaming and I put the receiver down. I realize that my hand is burnt and my ear is bleeding.

"What the hell was that?" I whisper to myself.

I sit on the sofa and cry soundlessly. I suddenly freeze and my heart beats faster as I feel someone breathing down my neck. I turn around slowly, afraid of what I might see. There's smoke behind me. And I see a shape in it. A body! Is it a body? 

I rub my eyes and see... There's nothing other than just smoke. OMG! The fire has reached the hall also. Has the kitchen been fully burnt down?

I hug my knees and close my eyes tightly. 

Seconds later, smoke is choking me and I open my eyes. And my eyes open wide to the size of spaceships. How and when on earth did I come to the kitchen? I am inside the burning kitchen, right at the center. All furniture are burnt down and the carpet underneath me is on the process of burning. I can see no way out of this place.

"HELP!!!" I scream. Then, I fall down, unconscious. The smoke must've been too much for my respiratory system.

After a long time, which felt like years, I gain my conscience.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor, hun?" I hear my Mom's voice.

"Oh Mom! You're back. This place was burning and there was something else in here. It pulled me towards the fire. And it was freaking the hell outta me, Mom! Come. Let's go!"

"What are you blabbering, sweetie? There's no fire. And it's all the same here, as I left it. Only I see the water boiling! Anyways, what did you plan of doing? I see your recipes here. Huh?" She grins at me.

What? Water boiling? It all spilled, right? I look at the stove and it is boiling.

"Come on, Jess. Let's celebrate this lunch together. Dad and John are already at the hall serving for themselves. Stop dreaming and come to the dining room."

Could it have been a dream? Or a nightmare? But, it isn't night. Or a napmare? Just for the small nap I had till the water boiled? How could it happen?

Thank God, it's not really happening! This is the reason why Mom and Dad always tell me not to watch horror movies or read horror books. And last night I watched Annabelle. That's why I dreamed about the fire scene.

I grin and go to the hall to eat till my stomach has its fill. I hear my tummy grumbling in hunger!

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