Last night around 1:00 a.m. (morning actually) I was getting ready for bed when I heard my 25 year old son jump up out of his bed and run out of the house in his pj's. I ran to see what was going on. I saw emergency lights flashing on the street.

He had heard windows exploding and looked out to see the house across the street on fire. I was so afraid that he would run into that house in an effort to save someone.

I immediately yelled at my husband to get up and put his pants on and follow Andy. In the meantime, I grabbed Andy's coat and mine and headed for the door. About that time Andy called me on his cell.

He had the good sense to grab his cell phone so he could call 911 as he ran toward the burning house. He said he was on his way back to get his shoes. A police officer had arrived and kicked the door in. Andy also woke the neighbor to the burning house because flames were close to their home.

When I caught up with Andy and gave him his coat he said he thought he heard a baby crying. I felt sick! Fortunately, it turned out that the family was gone and there was no baby but there was a cat. One of the fireman got the cat out safely.

The house is demolished and the neighbors house lost the siding on that end of their house. We heard from a friend with a scanner that the house flared up again around 5 a.m but we slept through that. What a night! I definitely had to take my anxiety meds. to get to sleep.