Out way in the country-side there is a small town called BrickShaw. The story takes place one rainy night in a small little cabin, The only thing that could be heard besides thunder was arguing from a woman and man. The light from inside reflected their shadows outside onto the wet green grass outside. The wife took her ring off and threw it at husband in anger as she curses him out, The husband however turned around and walked out the front door. The wife sighed her eyes becoming watery as she looked at the door in anger, "And stay out!" She yelled trying to sound strong but her voice cracked.

She was on the brink of tears as a young boy walked into the room wearing his blue feetie pajamas with white clouds and yellow stars on them. He walked over to the woman who fell to the ground softly crying and cursing the man who left name. The boy was holding his blue sippy cup and walked closer to the woman, "Is mommy okay?" He asked in a small voice, the woman looked up at him and wiped the tears away that were streaming down her face slowly. She nodded at the little boy and moved his brown hair out of from in front of his eyes, "Y-yeah Mommy's okay, what did you want sweetie?" She asked her voice cracking a few more times.

The little boy held his sippy cup out to his mother, "I was thirsty, can mommy get me some juice please?" He asked and looked at his mother with his big, brown, puppy-dog-eyes. She nodded and wiped the last of her tears away before standing up and picking up the small child. She walked to the kitchen and softly sat the little boy down on the counter top as she walks to the fridge and pulled out some apple juice, She took her sons sippy cup and started filling it with the apple juice. The small boy looked around the kitchen slowly kicking his legs back and forth, "Mommy did daddy go beddy bye?" He asked quietly thinking his father was in bed. "No.... Daddy had to go somewhere." The woman said her voice cracking yet again. The young boy tilted his head.

Meanwhile The man who left was at a bar ordering drinks and pouting. He was clearly drunk. "Maybe you should go home bub." The bar keep said as he rubbed down the counters. The man nodded and grabbed his keys as he walked out. He got in his car and drove to his house, instead of getting out he sat there drinking vodka out of the bottle. He mumbled some things under his breath then grabbed the lighter from the dashboard. Then he ripped off some of his shirt and stuffed it into the Vodka bottle, he lit shirt on fire. He quickly got out of his car and looked at the house the was asleep. "Burn!" He yelled then chucked the flaming vodka bottle at the house, when it hit the house it shattered into flames that engulfed the house.

Four years latter!

It was around 10Pm, all the houses where dark and asleep, all but one. One little white two story house still had its lights on downstairs. Inside there was a man in his chair reading the papers while the woman was in the kitchen. "Huh I didn't know that!" The man said referring to the paper, "What?" The woman asked. "To day is the anniversary of that old cabin that burnt down in the middle of the night." He answered. "Oh you mean the one where no one survived?" She asked confused on which House that burnt down.

"Yes that one-" he was cut off by a small voice that came from upstairs, "Daddy come tuck me in!" It yelled. The man sighed and walked upstairs to a little room with a small bed and little boy. He walked over and tucked the little boy in, "Daddy check under my bed for monsters!" The little boy exclaimed. For his sons amusement he looked under the bed. But what he saw shook his soul and made him turn white.

There was someone under the bed, it looked like his son but he had burn marks all over him. He was shaking in fear, "D-Daddy theirs someone on my bed...." The little boy under the bed whimpered quietly as he said that. "D-Daddy the house is o-on fire!" He said quietly then him and the boy on his bed disappeared completely. The man was confused, he snaped out of his thoughts when he smelt smoke coming from downstairs.

He quickly ran downstairs and searched for his wife. He ran through the flames that where engulfing the house and into the kitchen. All that was there was flames and a burning gift box. He looked around then heard a creak above him, he looked up to see his son covered in burns on a beam, his son glared at him. "Burn!" His son yelled and the beam fell on top of the man instantly killing him.

The next day the fire department went to recover the body's, but only one was found. It was a man who was crushed by the beam. The other three bodies were never found. And to this day no one knows why the fire started or how or what happened to the other bodies. Fire start mysteriously ever other mouth, so next time you move be sure to stay away From Bricksaw Carolina.