The burning log whisked past my face and landed perfectly in the middle of the room. I ran from the building screaming repeatedly, "Help, somebody please help! Fire! There's a fire!" Nobody heard me. My pants had been burned into shorts and bits of my jacket resembled charcoal. I smelled like smoke but adrenaline rushed through my veins and I heavily breathed knowing I was lucky to be alive. I found myself running from the old schoolhouse trying to get home.
I knew I should not have been here in the first place considering that I told my parents I went to the Halloween store to get my costume for next week. But my curiosity had gotten the best of me. I heard a legend that if I went to the old schoolhouse on the edge of my town, I would find out how Joe Smith had traveled back in time. Joe was a man that lived in my town in the 19th century who believed he had discovered a way to go against the laws of time and space by building a schoolhouse and worshiping his pagan gods. He thought he had lived in the 23rd century and went back to the 19th. Most people in his time had believed he was a nutcase, but for some reason people in the 21st century took him seriously and began spreading rumors.
I regretted my decision to come here and I kept running with tears encasing my eyes. For the brief moment that my tear-glossed eyes shut to set the tears descending down my face, I felt a falling sensation. The next second when I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.