The Living Chandelier

As we walked upstairs to go to bed, we noticed our new chandelier was on fire. But not with a regular, orange color. No, it was an eerie, blue flame. No flickers. Just silence.

Instinct told me to call mom to check it out, but I, scared by the creepy flare, couldn't speak. I just stood there, like a statue. My stepbrother finally broke the silence, putting me out of my fear trance.

Running down the stairs to catch up, we both told how the chandelier caught on fire. Our parents went to check it out. After three minutes or so, we heard screams.

My stepbrother ran up there to check it out, and soon after he screamed too. I ran upstairs to check it out as no one came downstairs.

I saw my parents and stepbrother on the floor, lifeless and burning. I looked up at the chandelier, and the last thing I saw before I was burned to death was this horrible, twisted face with glowing, yellow eyes and a mouth that looked like it was stitched together...

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Credited to Bowserowns360
Originally uploaded on April 29, 2011

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