A face is looking out at me from inside the dryer. I look around the laundromat to see if anyone else might find this a tiny bit odd. The only things that seem to be of interest are holy underwear, missing socks, and stained sheets. That’s when I notice the little girl standing next to me, fluffy hair, white dress, long white stockings, and white shoes. She says to me, “She wants you to be quiet,” pointing to the face in the dryer. I look back, blink hard, stumble backwards and fall out of bed.