Guys this is the author just imagine yourself and your cousins in this story.

Your p.o.v
As we prayed into the cold night suddenly my curtain caught a fire.
Fear clenched like a tight fist around my chest as none of the candles were nowhere near the curtain. After a while the fire stopped. Everything was so silent as if darkness had covered the whole earth like a blanket. But that house was such a jinx that we heard something breaking outside of my room. It was so raucous, but the other sound was more terrible as we heard the villains boots clack on the floor tiles, we thought that it was my father. Thinking about taking the last risk of my life I tried to open the door. The door knob felt icy in my palm, as the door opened with a squeal the temperature dropped even more. I could see my cousin rubbing her arms to get warm as her fingertips turned blue. As we turned towards the kitchen. It was as if a tornado had just arrived and a whisper came to my ears: "IT WAS A PLEASURE TO BE BURNED". My face was as cold as ice and my cousins and I ran for our lives.

Narrators p.o.v: Find out what happens next in paragraph 3 if you like it so please tell your friends about it too