*First Person – Nancy's POV*

I don't know what woke me first the crackling sounds or the smell of wood burning. I bolted straight up in the bed and stared in shock as my bedroom was a flame, in one of the rooms next to mine I could hear the window glass shatter from the heat.

I looked around my room, the fire had consumed my walls, my floors, and now was consuming my dresser, closet and the end of my bed. I pushed my blanket off towards the fire and tried to get as far away as I could but the wall stopped me from going any farther.

I knew it was to late to scream for my parents but I screamed for them anyways. My screams for my parents quickly turned into screams of pain, agony and help as the fire enticed me and the rest of the home.

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How good it is to feel it was all just a dream, I thought as I woke to birds chirping outside and a nice summer breeze in the room. Wait, I thought I closed the window before I went to bed.... I thought, and kicked off my covers with a wave of déjà vu washing over me.

I went into the hallway, I looked to my left to see if my parents bedroom door was closed, I was surprised to see it open and no one inside, I looked to my right and was also surprised to see my brothers room door open too with no one inside. I went downstairs to the kitchen to the fridge to see if they left a note, but I found nothing, not even in the living room.

A car door slammed, and I ran to the window to see three men walking up the walk way to a woman who held keys and a older man. Who are these people? I thought as I struggled to hear them talk after they had shook hands with the lady and elderly man.

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*First Person ~ Mikayla's POV*

I stood looking outside my families old house, the house that my sister had died in a fire five years before I was born, the house itself had burned down but the foundations had remained. No one knew how the place caught on fire, firefighters say it was a stove burner that had left on. My parents and older brother made it out, but it was to late to get my sister.

I turned around as I heard a car stop and watched as three men climbed out of a van, one had short black spiky hair and hazel eyes and was wearing a black t-shirt, faded blue jeans and a pair of brown ankle boots, another was a man who had shorter hair that was brown with brown eyes who was wearing a gray blue button down shirt with worn jeans and the other a man with a shaved head, goatee, and brown eyes who was wearing, plain jeans, a black shirt, black tennis shoes and was carrying a camera.

"Hello" John Oaksaye, the current owner of the house, greeted to the men. "Hello" the men responded and shook hands with John. I waved a little and edged myself out from behind John, and shook hands. "You're John Oaksaye?" The man with short spiky hair asked, John nodded his head. "We're Zak, Nick, and Aaron, we're from the Ghost Adventures crew, can you tell us a bit about this here house?" Zak spoke with sternness. "Why yes I can tell you about the house, lets see where to start..." John looked down trying to find words to start. Zak made a motion for Aaron to start rolling what was to come.