Reddit, will you tell me a story? I'll accept fiction, non-fiction, hyperbole, hearsay or anything in between.

This one is true

My husband did the fuck up around eight years ago. It was when we were in the process of moving to the home we are now in. We'd been lifting, loading, unpacking, etc.. After the entire day, we were both were a little bit edgy and sort of snapping at one another. I went to lay down upstairs. He said he was going to go out and grab fast food for dinner. He got the bright idea to play a "funny prank" on me. The day before this, I'd burnt the shit out of a pan of brownies. He put the oven on. Then wrote a note saying "cheer up I love you" I didn't get a chance to view it until later. Last, he took our smoke detector off of the wall, set it on top of the note, and put the burnt pan in the oven. Basically, he wanted to startle the shit out of me, thinking I'd find it funny once the note was seen. I had been sound asleep when he left. I woke up, scared shitless, to the fire alarm going off. I was on the upstairs floor. I looked up from my bed, there was thick white smoke from the ceiling about halfway to the floor. I was in my pj's, and took off running down the stairs, yelling for him. As I hit the bottom step, I saw nothing except for the entire floor covered in thick white smoke, and also was now choking trying to catch my breath. I was attempting to feel my way into our kitchen. I never saw any flames and, if possible, prevent the house from burning down. I couldn't even get to the stove because I couldn't breathe. I ran barefoot to my new next door neighbors home, that I hadn't even met yet, in my pajamas at like 9pm. I pounded on the door. They answered it, and I immediately told them my fiancee wasn't home and I believe that our home is catching fire. The father and his teenage son ran to my home, while his wife had me sit down because I was shaking so bad. After a few minutes, don't honestly know how long, I walked back outside. My front door was wide open with smoke pouring out. My neighbors came out of my home, with a smirk on his face, but shaking his head. He was carrying the burnt brownies pan along with the note. As soon as he explained what he saw, I went from terrified to mortified, to wanting to kill my husband, who, at that very moment, pulled into our driveway. He got out of the car with Burger King and a big smile. I told him I thought our home was on fire, to which my new neighbor also told him he believed so as well. Terrible night.

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