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I was at a party watching movies in a dark quiet room with people. A redheaded girl was lying on the couch comfortably with me. Soon, the movie ended and she left the house. I found a peculiar object in the house. It was slightly reminiscent of a conch, because it had an outer shell, which was bisected and slightly open like a pistachio shell. The object inside of the shell was dense and white, with an erratic texture, and I noticed that it was quickly pulsing every few seconds. Someone saw me holding this object, and immediately warned me in extreme terror to put it down, because the slightest force would cause it to explode. I wanted to see it explode, so I took it out to the back yard with the intent of throwing it. Many of the people there were frantically warning me not to do so, because the explosion would kill us all. They were keeping their distance from me. Finally, I heeded to their warning, and gently placed the object back down in the kitchen. A middle-aged man came out of nowhere and had a talk with me. His skin looked unhealthily white like the underside of a fish. He was apparently a victim of one of these explosive objects many years ago. I received his story with proper respect, and as I was walking away from him, he was holding a tray of food, on which there were about three of those explosive objects. Everyone saw that they were going to explode as he was placing the tray down onto the cupboard. Everyone instantly shouted, and I decided to bolt out of the house, anticipating everyone's failure to stop him from putting the tray down. Indeed, as I barely made it to the porch, flames instantly filled the house, and I leapt from the porch, over the street, over a truck that happened to be passing by, and landed on the other side of the street. I was worried about the redheaded girl, and then remembered that she had already left. A short while later, I went back into the house to see if anyone had survived. I saw Victoria sitting on the floor leaning against the cupboard with her face in her hands. She looked perfectly fine, but I picked her up and carried her out onto the porch. We went to a different house and told this tragic tale to the people there.