Hot time in the old mill last night (fire! fire!)

Our old knitware mill burned last night. They'd been tearing it down this summer, but it blazed last night, so badly that firefighters couldn't get in. I thought I heard fire trucks last night, but I wasn't sure if I'd dreamed it.

This morning when I went outside, it looked like big dark storm clouds brewing. I didn't know until you-know-who emailed me that there'd been a fire on the other side of the block from me. Not a fire exactly. A conflagration.

And it's still burning.

I drove by a little while ago, and you can see fires burning still, through the old factory windows. It was kind of creepy - like the place was haunted. It reminded me of the last scene in the old Vincent Price movie, The Fall of the House of Usher. The one where you know they just used a cheesy 2 dimensional facade and put fire behind it, but for some reason, it gave me an eerie feeling.

My grandfather died there. He had a heart attack shortly after he arrived at work that night, and was pronounced dead when they got him to the downtown hospital. Just a few blocks away from his home with my grandmother, and I'll bet nobody from the mill even went to get her. Well, it's something to find out.