Perfect Crime: Confessions of a Murderer

A bottle of fluids. Flammable fluids. A lighter and a stranger. That’s all I need. An experiment waiting at hand. It’s time to meet someone. Start out nice. Only for a week. No one would ever suspect me. About to commit the perfect crime. A house fire. We meet and we’re friends. Yes but not for long. I volunteer to cook. I’m not that good at it. But they don’t know. There are six of us and only one will make it out alive. That person will be me. I cut on the gas stove. I have my fluids ready. It is only simple olive oil. Should burn fast and I won’t be suspected. I say I’m frying but no not really. No one is allowed in the kitchen until I am “done”. I have the back door open. It is a hot night. I light the stove and I run out. You don’t see the flames ignite until I reach the back landing. There is no warning. The whole house is in flames. I just watch it burn until I hear sirens then I run. No one will ever suspect me. The same night I hear five in the house no one made it out alive.