Fire!We were all in my aunt's kitchen at the back of her huge rambling Victorian house. I was only small and had wandered off to go to the loo, but given up after finding the hall full of smoke. "That was quick," my mum said after a few minutes. "Yes - it's all smoky," I replied.
I've never seen adults move so fast.
So, like my cousin who'd managed to set fire to the roof, tell us your fire stories.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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The stuff of legendsMy first year roommate thought that the best way for us to get to know each other was for him to have screaming, crying, to-the-death arguments with his girlfriend at 3am, on MY phone. I begged to differ.
We had only met 2 or 3 times at this point, and I needed to come up with an icebreaker. With some housemates on guard duty, I made sure I knew the second he walked in the front door.
At this point, I should tell you that our room's floor was made of one giant sheet of nearly indestructable linoleum, which I found, through experiment, stands up well to heat.
When he entered our room, he was greeted to the sight of his roommate for the next eight months sitting on the floor in the lotus position behind a giant burning blue pentagram. Note: rubbing alcohol burns quite a pretty shade of blue.
He stared blankly for several seconds, then quietly closed the door and didn't return for 3 days.
3 years later, when I returned to residence for another program, a freshman told me the story of the maniac who performed satanic rituals in his room, and was caught in the act by his horrified roommate.
I am legend.
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