Personal horror

My family moved into a new home with a large great room. We had not unpacked, so we were gathered near the closed patio doors, sitting on boxes and what not until I smelled smoke. Everyone looked around and then I saw what it was. On a table across the room, where we had put all the plants, half of the potted rose bush was burning!

We looked at it with both curiosity and awe. How could only half a plant burn and how did it catch fire? Of course this was really just the beginning of a plant, a twig with a grafted twig on it's side. That was the part that was burning and my dad put out the smoldering mess immediately then we all returned to our seats by the patio door.

Suddenly my brother leaped forward, through the glass, picked up a small trinket laying on the cement outside and held it up, laughing at our shock. I wanted to know how he did it, because I was sure I could do anything he could do. I sat there trying to figure out how he was able to go through glass doors without breaking them, or hurting himself.

It wasn't until I woke up that I realized everyone in that room was dead except me.