I don't know if it's true what happened there but that kinda thing was mentioned in the short story "There Will Come Soft Rains" by Ray Bradbury.It said,
"Ten-fifteen. The garden sprinklers whirled up in golden founts, filling the soft morning air with scatterings of brightness. The water pelted windowpanes, running down the charred west side where the house had been burned evenly free of its white paint. The entire west face of the house was black, save for five places. Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. Still farther over, their images burned on wood in one titantic instant, a small boy, hands flung into the air; higher up, the image of thrown ball, and opposite him a girl, hand raised to catch a ball which never came down.
The five spots of paint- the man, the woman, the children, the ball- remained. The rest was a thin charcoaled layer." - There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury.
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