Chapter 48: The Burning Bed
Just like Rudy Shower, I faced reality and planned to burn to death. Torched like a rag covered in gasoline or a warlock in Salem, Massachusetts in 1692. Barbecued inside the bedroom of Bungalow Sixteen if…
What unfolded next occurred almost instantly.
Fire raced toward the bed, rolling over a carpet on the hardwood floor. Part of the wall gave out, falling to Hurricane Bay Beach and creating a sharp and quick cracking noise. Two square feet of night opened to the left of the bed. Smoke billowed around the room, entering my lungs, causing me to repeatedly cough. Heat built inside that tomb, and fear struck me from all sides, trapping me on the bed, motionless.
“I’m going to make you burn!” Bruno said, emptying the gas can over the bed and soaking the mattres
