Sparks

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.