At about 8:40pm I was watching tv and I thought I smelled something burning. I got up and checked a couple lamps; did a lap around the apartment and decided everything was normal. So I went back to watching my show.
About 10 minutes later, I smell smoke. I get up again, turn on all of the lights and discover that my apartment is filling with smoke. Problem is, I still am not finding the source of the fire. I have checked every lamp, electrical socket, appliance, and I have not found any reason for the smoke in my apartment (Can you tell I grew up in the suburbs?). Yet the smoke is getting thicker.
I panic and run out to the hallway, where I find a couple of my neighbors gathering in the hall. I ask them if there's smoke in their apartments and they say yes. One tells me they're calling the fire department and another is investigating the source of the smoke. They walk past my doorway, peer into my apartment, and they say "holy shit". Apparently, the "smoke" in their apartments is nothing compared to the smoke cloud thickening in my apartment. At this point, I start to hear my little dogs coughing and I decide its time to get the hell out of dodge.
So I gather up my little pups and we make a run for the stairwell. We run down all 8 flights of stairs and out a back door to the alley where we meet the fire truck that just pulled up. I let the firefighters into my building and they run past me. One asks me some questions and I answer as best I can but I am shaking. I think they knew I was scared.
The fire was in the trash dumpster at the base of the trash chute, which is why my apartment got the brunt of the smoke. They were able to put it out and there was no damage to the building or our apartment. It smells really smoky in here, but we can air out the apartment.
All I can say is I am so glad I was home, because my littlest dog probably would have died of smoke inhalation if I had not been here. I never thought smoke could be so dangerous. We are definitely thankful tonight for all that we have.