My Heater Almost Blew Up Today

Yes people, you read that right.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching Police Women of Cincinnati while my dad stood in the kitchen checking his phone. Suddenly, without warning we heard a scary whirring noise, similar to the one Buddy from Elf makes when trying to explain what the heater sounds like to his dad.

Moments later we started smelling smoke. My dad kicked his butt into gear and ran to the basement. As if by fate, my mom called. I answered and the conversation started with "HI MOM CANT TALK RIGHT NOW THE HOUSE IS MAKING A WEIRD SOUNDS AND SMELLS LIKE FIRE!!!"

probably not very comforting.

Anyways, while still on the phone I run downstairs to the utility room where dad is standing looking like he's about to pee his pants. He's fiddling with the heater and yells

"Eden Go Up stairs and turn the heater down!"

I run upstairs. The heater is dead. The entire house is smokey.
I book it like roadrunner down to the basement, sure to find that my dad will either be.
a. Dead
b. having an asthma attack
c. yelling at me to go wake up my brother and grab the fire box to evacuate.

but he's still standing there, looking like his pants are wet, and the whirring noise has stopped. Already I can feel the air thinning back to normal.
What happened, according to my dad, was that the fan which blows heat through the house was dead, causing it to start and fail, hence the whirring noise. Apparently when that happens, just like in your computer, it starts to burn. hence the smoke.

Realizing that I still have the phone in my hand, slightly shaken I say: "Okaymomeverythingsfixedcan'twaittoseeyouwhenyougethomeBYE." and hang up.

So the house is fine, and everyone needs to go change their underwear...but dad turned off the heater so we SHOULD be all good. However, now all the windows are open to air out the smoke smell so it's about -20 degrees inside and we can hear the coyotes from the field howling their heads off. Honestly, we moved into the house and things have just been getting weirder and weirder. So...I guess the final note here is: If I'm not alive tomorrow morning, please make sure someone feeds my cat.

~Eden