Fire erupted from upstairs and soon, the whole place was the way one would imagine hell. Burning and destroying every piece of furniture within seconds.
Screams filled the air, everyone was struggling to find their way out of the house.
Every wire in the walls sparked, making the fire even bigger and spread faster.
"One, two, three, four…" Anthony tried to make sure they were all out safely.
"Where are the firefighters!" Francis paced back and forth.
"Dad!" Daven, who had gone to make sure all the workers and maids were out safely, came racing.
"No one's inside." He said, joining the crowd.
They all stood in the courtyard and stared at the great Willingham manor burn to the ground.
The firefighters came in their trucks.
"Finally," Francis sighed.
The house was already halfway to the ground when they made it.
"Come on everyone! This smoke is toxic," Daven tried to lead them out of the courtyard.
