I want to tell of a dream that I had when I was really young, around 3 maybe. I have remember this clearly all through my life, and often think about
it. Actually there are two but I will tell the one I am most concerned with.
This boy and his dad were sitting at a table, I don't know who they were, I can't remember their faces now. The little boy stabs his father in the
eye with a pencil, his father lays dead at the desk. Three crosses rise in the background with scary organ music, while the three crosses rise the
father is dead and the son is just sitting there at the desk. I've always wondered about that one.
I have lived in a 'haunted' house once. It was an old, white two story house, secluded for the most part. It was the type of house that you just
felt the presence of something. Some people shrugged it off, I was about 10 at the time. I was so happy to be moving into a house with two stories,
but, it wasn't all I thought it would be when we walked in. Upstairs never got used, you could feel the spirits there. So, that resulted with my
sister and I sleeping downstairs. Once my cousin came over and he was going to sleep up there and ended up crying all night.
We would hear footsteps upstairs, running footsteps. When no one was up there...nobody ever slept upstairs. One particular day, it was my brother's
birthday, my mom made a cake and us kids were playing. The cake in the kitchen ended up on the floor, no one was in there and my mom was pretty upset
about the whole ordeal. Plates would falll off the counter and regularly break when no one was in the the kitchen. Fridge would open up while we
were eating.
Our dog at that time, (RIP) he would go crazy whenever we left home. We always came back to the blinds being torn down, etc. One day we came home,
he was on the upstairs roof! You could get on the roof that covered the porch by the window. We had that dog for a long time, he lived even when I
moved out at 18. We only stayed at that house for two years, but, I always go back to it in my dreams. The dog never went crazy at any other house
that we lived in, just that one.
It is now abandoned, nobody ever stayed there for long. There were two boys who died there, and there is talk that there is a woman buried under that
house. My brother and I were playing outside once, we were digging around making mud and we dug up a crystal, it was pretty big, I don't know why
there would have been one there, so easy to dig up.
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