quick note none of this is real if something happens just like the story it is a pure coincidence. on to the story
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On a crisp autumn evening, twelve-year-old Alex was engrossed in his room, flipping through the pages of his favorite comic book. The soft glow from his bedside lamp created a cozy cocoon, and the comforting hum of the house’s heating system was a gentle reminder of the warmth inside. His parents had promised they would be downstairs, making dinner and preparing for a quiet night together.
As he read about heroic feats and daring adventures, Alex was suddenly jolted by a strange, crackling sound. At first, he thought it was a part of his comic, but then the smell of smoke filled the room. His heart began to race, and he noticed the smoke seeping under his door. Confused and frightened, he tried to open the door, but it was scalding hot and wouldn’t move.
“Mom! Dad!” Alex cried out, his voice breaking with fear. There was no response. The smoke grew denser, and Alex’s vision blurred. Panic set in, and he remembered the safety drills he’d practiced at school. With shaking hands, he grabbed a damp cloth from the bathroom to cover his face, trying to stay as low to the ground as possible.
Crawling toward the window, Alex felt a sense of desperation. The crackling sound of flames grew louder, and the heat seemed to reach him even through the walls. His mind raced with worry for his parents, the ones who always made him feel safe and loved. He could see the flickering glow of the fire through the cracks in the window.
Finally reaching the window, Alex struggled to push it open. His heart sank as he saw the firefighters below, their faces grim and determined. He felt a fleeting sense of relief knowing help had arrived, but the dread of not knowing where his parents were loomed over him.
By @Mexican_man
