Acrid smoke filled the valley with the odors of burnt home, burnt hopes, burnt dreams, burnt flesh. On a cold night, in the short span of less than five minutes, the Ritter family crossed a threshold from which there was no return. Peaceful slumber in the early morning hours of October 27th, 1959, quickly became madness and horror. Cruel blue, orange and yellow flames leapt high into the air casting an eerie glow on three...