When I was a kid we moved from this trailer into a big yellow house. As we were moving in, a friend of my mom's stop by to talk to her. Apparently she was the one that lived there before us. She told my parents everything that was wrong with the house. She even told us about the old lady who long ago was struck by lightning and killed on the front porch in her rocking chair. Being a kid, I shrugged it off a ghost story, and her trying to scare up. Now I saw some pretty weird stuff in that house. You could here doors slamming and people talking. But this was the worst. I was there at the house by myself, watching TV. When I got the feeling that someone was there with me. All of a sudden, the blanket that was over the doorway that led upstairs flew up into the air, and someone ran upstairs. They ran into my brother's room and slammed his door. Needless to say, I got the H-E-double toothpicks outta that house. I got out front and stopped. I could feel someone looking at me. By chance I looked at my brother's window, and there stood this crippled over old lady. I was maybe about 12 at the time.
Last year I had this dream that I was back in my old room in that house. I noticed that the closet door was open, so I walked over to check it out. When I got to the door, I heard a voice say that I was too afraid to go in. So I stepped in. I felt a presence there with me. I turned around, and there was that same old lady that I saw, when I was a kid.
She turned and stepped through the bedroom door, out into the common area. So I immediately followed her through the door. I never caught up.
I don't know why things in my dreams always run away. Perhaps I'm to aggressive, but hell it's the dream. Might as well live a little.
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