This dreadful incident happened on the 5th August 2009. A fire broke out from my neighbourhood block of flats at approximately 2200 hours. I was in the bathroom at the time of the incident, and was ignorant about the whole scenario playing just outside my room window. It was about 20 minutes later, when I started to hear sirens blaring about the streets.
I thought nothing much about it, as it is a common occurrence to hear the sirens at such wee hours, dashing down the expressway nearby my house. But the persistent blasting tickled the rest of my family, so they checked it out. I only join my family 10 minutes later, but what I saw from my room windows shocked my life. A raging fire engulfed the whole bedroom from across my room at block 110. By this time, about 4 to 5 fire brigade vehicles were already at the scene, together with an ambulance, and about 2 to 3 police vehicles. At first I thought “this is a little bit unnecessary to have so many vehicles for just a fire of that capacity”, but as time went on, the smaller vehicles were unable to put out the fire, as it was located at the top level (for that block it’s the 11th storey), and there was no pump strong enough. So reinforcements arrived in the form of the “Big red Giants”, who I believed must have generators strong enough to push the water up to the top storey and put out the fire; that part proved much easier than the setup. The brave men in Black, Yellow and Orange, dashed into the fiery house, which by now, can easily see fire licking the walls outside of the room. They put out the fire in just under 10 minutes.
Down at the scene below, a big crowd of spectators, and neighbours of that block were watching the whole horror right before they eyes. You can see the fear etched in everyone’s eyes. Speculations arise if there were any people trapped in the burning inferno. I prayed the whole night, hoping that it will just be an innocent accident, although I did notice paramedics running around attending to some activities beyond my view.
Well, God gave my hopes up. The following day announcement indicates that a person has indeed died in the room, and investigations on the way to ascertain the cause. And within the span of 36 hours, they caught a suspect, the deceased’s younger son. It was known around the neighbourhood that the 29 year-old was a quiet person, prefers keeping to himself. Whether he is a recluse no one but his family knows. It was suspected that the frequent quarrels and fights with his father, the deceased, ended in fatality.
I had my own suspicions on the whole ordeal. They figured the son as a suspect because of the frequent fights, but what happened to the rest of the family? Were they too at the scene when this fatal fight happened? If they were, why had no one stopped them?
I can only guess till the final investigation unfurls the whole story.