“What’s that crackling noise… do you hear it?”
It was a blustery evening in Arrington, Tennessee – a picturesque unincorporated community about 35 minutes south of Nashville. After a great Thanksgiving week at my brother’s house, we were getting the kids settled in to watch Home Alone before bedtime.
That’s when the lady of the house walked in asking about the crackling noise. She was in the next room giving their 8-month old a bath and couldn’t figure out what the strange noise was.
Nobody thought much of it until my brother opened the attic door to investigate… and was greeted by a whirlwind of smoke, loose insulation, and 9-foot flames engorging themselves upon the exposed wood in the unfinished room.
Unflinching, he jumped into action. “The house is on fire! Everybody out!”
Slightly confused, the kids dutifully followed their mothers down the stairs and out into the cold night. I watched their exit from the door to confirm their safety, then I went to work evacuating everything I could think of.
First I grabbed our laptops out of the home office and rushed them out to the car, parked safely on the street. Then I ran back in and grabbed my briefcase, stashing everything I could into it. Phone chargers… the kids’ tablets… whatever else happened to be lying on the counter – I grabbed everything in reach and made my way for the exit.
On the way out, I passed my brother who was wielding a hand-held fire extinguisher and calling for his cat. Upon depositing my second round of salvaged possessions into the car, I dashed back to the house, determined to help save the cat.
“Joe, it’s too late,” my brother called from the curb as I approached the door. Ignoring his warning, I pulled my shirt over my nose and started in.
“Joe! Look at the house man. You can’t go back in… you’re not replaceable!”
I made it two steps before an ocean of black smoke flowed down the stairs and filled the entire first level of the home nearly instantly… taking my breath away in the process.
I was forced to heed my brother’s warning and retreat back to the curb. That’s when I finally looked up and saw what he was referring to:

It looked like special effects from a movie… but it was real. A fireball had engulfed the upper level of the house and was devouring everything with ravenous hunger.
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