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It was a cigarette butt thrown by Dad onto the pile of firewood that ignited the house. When the fire started, it quickly spread to the front door, fueled by the wind. Dad saw the flames and turned to run. My aunt flicked her sleeves and sent him back. Dad ran around the yard like a madman. He crouched by the well, pouring cool water over himself. He tried to rush out the door, but each time he was blocked by my aunt. She was formidable, standing in the fire, raising her hand to direct the flames toward Dad.
The fire on Dad clung to him as if it were glued to his body, impossible to extinguish. “Er Ya, go inside and save them.” It was then that I remembered Mom, my sister, and Sister were still in the house. Moreover, there was fire at the entrance as well. I navigated through the increasingly long flames and finally reached inside.
They were all collapsed on the cotton seeds, their clothes already burned, but they remained motionless, as if asleep. “Mom, Mom!” I approached, wanting to wake them up. However, as soon as my hand touched Mom, I was repelled by a burst of golden light. I went to call my sister and Sister; they reacted the same way. “Mom, please wake up.” “There’s a fire! Wake up!”
I was frantic, watching the flames grow larger with no way to help. I tried to drag them out of the house, but my hands would be pushed away by the golden light. I attempted to wake them up, but they lay still as if they were dead.
The fire grew larger, burning their hair and scorching their necks. The flames even licked at the talismans hanging nearby.
"Bang!"
A blinding golden light erupted from the fire, throwing me out the door. When I rushed back inside, the cottonseed fire had completely engulfed them. They were submerged in a sea of flames. The fire intensified, and neither my aunt nor I could extinguish it. The flames spread from my front door to my uncle's front door and then into their yard.
By the time the fire truck arrived, many black shadows floated out of the thick smoke. I saw my mother, my sister, and Sister. They saw me too.
"Er Ya, did you start the fire?"
My mother rushed over, raising her hand to hit me. My aunt swung her sleeve and pushed her aside.
"We saved your life with great difficulty; instead of thanking Er Ya, you want to hit her? What kind of reasoning is that?"
"You, who are you?"
My mother got up from the ground, glaring fiercely at my aunt.
"Why are you causing trouble at our house?"
My aunt snorted coldly, "Can't you tell who I am?"
She turned to my uncle: "Don't you know who I am either?"
When my uncle saw my aunt, his eyes widened like saucers, and his mouth gaped open. He stared for a while before tremblingly raising his hand to point at her.
"You, you, how are you here?"
"You are not..."
Aunt let out a cold snort, interrupting Uncle's words, "Am I not supposed to stay in the well?"
"I clearly died in the village, yet you all pretend not to know."
"For all these years, I have been watching you at the doorstep; you should have always been able to see me."
Aunt tugged at Uncle's shirt and quietly asked him, "Who is she?"
"She, she is, is..."
Uncle stretched out his hand, pointing at Aunt and then at me.
"They, they are evil spirits who set our house on fire and burned us all to death."
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