I stared at the ceiling above my bed. I didn't want to move knowing that there was a dead little girl standing in the entrance to my room. I heard it giggle. GIGGLE! I looked over at the entrance she was gone. I felt relieved. Then I got ready for school and bolted down the stairs to see my foster mother laying on the ground. "Aria have you seen my sweater vest I cant find it!" "Zoey get down here!" My sister came down the stairs in a rush, "What's wrong?" then she looked toward our foster mom. Zoey ran towards the dead body. I walked over to Zoey. She was crying now. "We need to call 911 now!" I said to Zoey in a rush, "Why it just looks like she fell and hit her head that's why there's blood right?" she said through tears and sniffles. "I have a feeling that isn't the case."