I remember my dreams pretty well these days.

Last night, I particularly remembered this segment of my many mini-dreams. My mom brought this little girl to our house, about 8 yrs old I'd say, into her care for a few days.

This girl was EVIL. She tried to kill me! I knew something was not right with her when my family was around. To me, she was rather strange.

Then one day, my whole family went out and I was alone sleeping in my room. I went, "Oh shit, the door's not locked! I better get up and go lock it." I got up quietly, walking slowly towards my door and pressed on the knob to  have it locked. And I remembered I even closed my windows.

Then, as I was lying on my bed, I heard the windows slowly opened, making a slow creaking sound. I panicked. I got up and saw HER face staring into my room. Smiling.

She was going to pour it in. A bottle of what I could only decipher at that moment as kerosene. I screamed.

Then, I got up. Heart beating as though I just did a 100m sprint.

Evil girl kinda looked like Emily.