Okay, so one day I decided to go to the mall. As I was pulling out of the driveway, I saw a little girl with dark skin looking out at me. I figured it was my foster sister, who was Hispanic. When I came back, I was going up the stairs when I saw the girl again. I saw her through the window of the den. It wasn't Maria...it was another girl! When I took a closer look, I saw that she was bald, and she was screaming and she was all burnt and lacking eyelashes and eyebrows. Her face was bloody and kind of squashed, and the living room was in flames! I could tell she was screaming something at me, but I just heard words like it was through a funnel. I went into the den. No fire, no girl, no blood. Just a trail of ashes leading to the window...shaped like footprints.