Blackpool Burns

The fire started at the point of the spire. Instataneous and unexplainable, it took a minute to crawl down to the observation deck. Within five the Blackpool Tower was completely engulfed in flames.
It was six in the evening and a fine July day, so the Tower was full of excited children and weary parents. Drunken teens and nostalgic OAP's, so full of life and hopes, memories.
Six minutes after the ifre started, they were all dead.
As the rest of Blackpool lit up light some lurid universe, families roasted alive in the famous landmark.
The fire crept down from the metal legs that it was warping and melting and began a slow crawl across the orad as if it were alive. A living thing with a malevolent mind that only wished to burn and consume.
The fire brigade were on scene within minutes. Minutes too late for the souls now cooked to a fine crisp inside. Their hoses blasted out water which was evaporated by the heat of this strange fire before it even got close.
As the Chief's tried to think of a solution, the first car exploded, the fuel in it's tanked heated and ignited by this unearthly fire.
In all, it took thirty seven minutes from the flames first appearance for all of Blackpool and the majority of it's citizens and vistors to be removed from the face of the Earth.

The next day, a charred and steaming hole was all that was left of the famous seaside resort. It was two days since the crash. One day since the explosion at the police station.
Investigators from around the globe began to fly in to this island that had shaped much of recent history. Experts in their field, fire investigators, crash analysts, bomb experts, all came, and all were clueless.
Soon after the cranks began to arrive. The UFO abductee believers, the paranormal investigators. The mediums and psychics, the spirit walkers. Even old wise men from various tribes across the globe.
They all came, and they were all useless.
Not a one could say for certain why any of the events had happened.
The explosion at the car crash was proved not to be a car. The detonation of the police station was not from a compound known to any of the bomb experts.
But it was Blackpool that scared the experts and the politicians the most.
Amateur footage of the burning tower ran on every news network across the world. People claimed they could see the face of Jesus, of Mary, of the alien that stuck the cold metal dildo with the words "Hug Me" up their arse. The flames crawled down and up the tower, as if seeking every potential scrap of flammable material, before snaking it's way to the nearest restaurants theatres and arcades.
All of the footage was taken by people in boats. Anyone with a camera in town was dead and their camera long since melted.
The screams of these filming sailors as the flames licked at the water's edge, raising a wall of steam that hid the majority of the carnage only added to the horror.
Then voices came through, claiming to see people with their skin melting away trying to get to the sea.


Horrific, devastating, unparralelled footage.
The DVD was available the next Monday and was an instant bestseller.