Home

"It feels so good to be home. Hey, is anybody home?" He asked aloud.

"What time is it anyways?" He wondered as he looked at his watch, but to his startlement his watch had stopped. He walked over to the nearest light switch and flipped it on, as soon as the light came on just as quick the light bulb burnt out with a crack. He sighed with frustration as he fumbled around to find some other light source.

He felt his way into the kitchen looking for another light switch, as he found one for the main light in the kitchen, as he turned it on he still found himself in darkness. Surprised and confused, wondering if the power went out, he started to look for his phone to use it's flashlight. He searched all his pockets and his backpack but nothing, he could have sworn he had his phone on him. He went back to the front door to see if he had dropped it, as he approached the front door he got a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. He reached for the doorknob, he gripped the metal handle of the door and slowly twisted, he gently pulled the old oak door toward himself. But as he did the old metal doorknob slipped out of his hand, as if someone from the other side had pulled it closed.

He tried to open the door again, and again the door was pulled back. With frustration and determination he tried for a third time. This time he pulled with all his weight, and it swung open. As he looked out to what he expected to be his front porch, he saw nothing but darkness, an empty void of nothingness. As he was staring out dumbfounded with no words to explain what he was seeing, the door slammed shut with a loud thud with the deadbolt locking in place with a definite click.

Paralyzed with shock, he couldn't understand what was happening to him. "Where is everything?!" He yelled.

"I remember coming home?" He said as he tried to remember his trip. He remembered traveling to the airport, he remembered boarding his flight, he even remembered his flight number 227. He tried to remember the next part and he couldn't. He racked his brain trying his hardest to remember, but he just couldn't. It just dawned on him that he doesn't remember driving home from the airport. All he did remember was boarding the plane and then opening the door, he had no recollection of anything in between.

As he was struggling with his memory he heard a buzzing sound coming from deeper in the house. As he followed the sound he could see a flickering light down the hallway, he slowly walked into the eerily flashing light. He finally reached the source of the sound and the light, it was the television in the living room. He walked in the living room, even though his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, his face was drained of all color. The flicking of the T.V. had stopped and what was showing on the screen had him mortified.

Displayed on the screen was a news report of a tragedy, he listened on with his mouth agape. "This can't be, how can this be?! I'm home, this is my house, how can this be?!" he screamed his question as an orange light started to fill the windows. He looked around frantically at each of the windows as the orange light started to grow brighter and more intense. The temperature in the room grew hotter by the second, and then he found himself sitting down unable to get up. He looked out the windows again and realized what the orange light was, to his horror the orange light was fire, a raging fire surrounded the house. Bright orange flames started to burn it's way into the living room, his screaming grew louder, pleading for someone to help. As the flames grew closer and hotter he could start to feel his skin starting to burn, he could smell the burning of his hair. His screaming turned to cries, praying as the smell of his flesh started cooking under the intense heat of the flames. As the raging fire started to consume his entire body all could be heard was the repeating of the news report.

"Breaking News, tragedy has struck as flight number 227 crashed and burst into flames as it was trying to land at the international airport. We are sad to report that there were no survivors."

As the news report was going the flames cooled down, revealing an untouched living room, the orange glow dead down as a click at the front door sounded and someone walked through.

"It feels so good to be home. Hey, is anybody home?"