Mary tossed and turned in her bed. Her face buried into her stuffed animal. She awoken by the shrill screech of her mother's voice. Her head shot up in fear, and she leapt from her bed, running to her bedroom door. The door was hot to the touch, and she quickly pulled her hand back, blowing on it to cool it down. She pulled her sleeve over her hand and then ripped the door open. She was met by a cloud of smoke and flames, before her head turned to see her parents. She started towards her mother, but a wall of flames lit up in front of her. Frantic, her mother's pleading eyes stared at her.
"Run downstairs, Mary."
Mary's eyes widened as she saw her father standing behind her mother. His body was becoming engulfed in flames, and he shouted in agonizing pain, as the skin began to melt from his body like ooze. His face was unrecognizable as it was just a large ball of light from the fire. She ran towards her mother, before her own sleeve over her nightgown caught flame. She screeched in fear for her mother, before a large pair of arms picked her small body up by her armpits, and carried her out to safety, putting out the fire on her sleeve. She had a major burn on her right arm, which would most likely scar, but nothing would scar her more than the image burned in her brain of her parents, who charred to death.