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Part I: The Gifts

I was at my dad's small apartment, laying on my bed for some reason, and my father came in with a huge box, wrapped in plain blue paper. From there, he laid it next to me, saying "Here you go, son. I'm giving you this because I'm proud of ya." and I quickly opened the large present.

Inside was a rather old-looking computer, save for the fact that it was the color purple and had a transparent covering to it. He said it was something called "The Chat Messenger" or something. It did two things that I know of--chat and watch movies. I did the first thing, chatting nonsense with others before turning on the movie.

It was a horror flick, which is how the next part begins.

Part II: The Horrors

I was in this movie for some reason. Much like me real self, I was tall, white and of medium attraction, though I had long blonde hair instead of my short brown hair that I actually have. I was with a group of friends at this vacation spot, each one I didn't recognize very well and all seemed like jerks. It was four guys, including myself, and two girls, one that seemed to have the hots for me. That, or we were just really close friends. We flirted like couples, though passed it off as friendly chit chat. She's the only one I remember interacting with in the dream, a blonde-headed tan girl with big cheeks and a cute face, always wearing a white t-shirt with a rather large bust.

One night, in our hotel room that we all stayed in, I recommended we go try the haunted house across the way, and we looked at it through the window. Lighting and rain poured over it, and nothing else. Skeletons came out of the windows and went back in. It was certainly haunted.

The next morning we went into an elevator, the group of us waiting to get to the haunted house. Through this time, someone was chatting something that I wasn't listening to, arms crossed. My elbow was nudged into one of the blonde chick's breasts, and she looked at me with a sarcastically amused grin, pulling my elbow away and mouthing "Sorry!" so not to interrupt the guy talking. We both seemed rather calm about it, her chuckling a bit afterwards.

We eventually got to the house, stepping inside and going into one of the rooms. It was like an apartment; fair sized and old-looking, clothes and other knick-knacks scattered along the floor. The group was searching around, making jokes about who was the most scared, though out of a closet came a pale-skinned zombie boy dressed like a cowboy, crawling and almost biting on to one of my friends' legs. Someone came up and began smashing his head with his foot, soon the only thing that was left was a battered mesh of red and white. I covered up the body with a chair, though another zombie came in and shot one of my friends, then grabbed another and took them into the floor. One came out of the TV and took another one, and then one grabbed my leg. I didn't feel anything at first, though the longer it went on, the more painful it got. I started screaming, and then I woke up.

Notes:

My dad would never be this nice.
The pain on my leg was quite intense and felt very real.
Apart from the pain, I wasn't very scared at all.

Interpretation:

I'm scared of people, or something.

I was playing a video game through some sort of advanced handheld console with a touch screen (similar to a smartphone, maybe it WAS a smartphone) and intermittently I was actually a character IN the game.

The game was a horror game with a very dark atmosphere, definitely rated 18+ and featuring gruesome murder among other things. My main character and others in his group have moved into a house that appeared to be haunted. By gathering evidence and uncovering puzzles we discovered there was somebody else living with us in the house. We talked to him, and though we didn't trust him he wasn't really an enemy for us, just someone to beware of.

I don't remember much else, except that near the end we managed to discover that this person was driving every night (or every once in a while) from this house to the pier, burning a dead human body he brought with him (from the house?) and disposing of the remains via a sailboat.

The feeling was that he was crazy and dangerous and we shouldn't have trusted him, but he wasn't our main concern, he was doing it for reasons that might be very logical from his point of view and there was MUCH greater evil afoot there.

I don't remember much else, I didn't manage to uncover the big secret, but I had a feeling I was extremely close. Part of our group have followed the man when he was driving to the pier, and after they returned I had to interview them to piece together all what they saw (in the darkness some were unsure what they saw themselves), and each member saw something a bit different. It was an incredible game.

I remember a logo that came up when the game was activated. It was a small wooden fishing boat filled with about four people standing in a row on it. I think that rather than being the symbol of some company, it was an advertising symbol for a revolutionary dynamic character levelling and development system in video games, or something. Or maybe it was both that, and a company logo.

This dream was awesome.

12-07-12
around 6:00

Shrouded
Genre: Horror
Non-Lucid

Apparently I had bought a new car, I can't remember the make of the car, but what I do know is - it was blue. That's all I can remember about the car, but I also apparently bought a new house. I remember walking into the house at night, it was dark, I remember having this sense of fear. I went into the bedroom, which had candles lit all around it, which gave me some ability to see. On the side table was a photoframe. I can't remember what the photo was, or who it was. But it made me have to leave the house, because of fear, really wish I could remember who or what was in that photo. But I digress, I walked back through the house, and I notice that something really isn't right in this house. I can hear ticking, I assume it's a clock, but I can't seem to find one. I realize that the sound is coming from up stairs, I go to check it out and its coming from another bedroom. I slowly open the door, and see a shrouded figure, sitting on a rocking chair, holding a clock in his hand. The guy or women, snaps the clock in two, and continues to look out of the window. He/She hasn't noticed me, so I backtrack down the stairs, quickly leave by the front door and get into my car. I take one last look at the house, and see the guy at the window, staring at me as I drive away. I drive for a few minutes, when I start to hear that damn ticking again. I stop the car to see if anything is ticking in the car, nothing. But I can still hear the noise. I get out of the car, and look underneath it, where the guy - who is still shrouded is holding on to the bottom of the car, with a clock, the handle in his mouth as I stare at him.

Notes Dream Lucid

Dream 1 I was in this mansion with some dudes that looked like they came straight out from Hogwarts. We were running through the house and for some reason. After a while we came into an elevator and suddenly a monster appeard for a split second and screamed. Everyone except me got so scared that they started to puke.

We were running to some room again. The monster popped out of nowhere and tried to scare us, but someone threw a magic spell at him and he dissaperd.

Dream 2 I was sitting next to my sister, as she was talking to a stranger. She tried to convince him that if, he watched the movie, then she automaticly would learn french

I was in a library, apparently in the horror section. I saw three books. Two had covers of trees in sepia tone. They had dirt roads, and were really eerie. The first was titled "incendia" with a small i

The title "incendia" would be a command in Spanish telling someone to burn something. In my dream in meant "burried treasure." The book was about a treasure burried in some really scary woods.

The next book was titled "ha habducida" which meant "you have been abducted." Again, this was set in some really scary looking woods.

The third book made this one of the best dreams I've ever had. There was a Tyrannosaurus Rex chasing a little boy about age 4. The Tyrannosaurus was painted in a patchwork of pastel colors. The boy was a shadow. The title of the book was "GOD HATES YOU"

The boy was supposed to be the only person in this prehistoric world. I thought about the setting and understood the title.

I thought about this collection of books and wondered what would inspire someone to read them. I then thought that if I were a librarian, I would probably read every book in the library including these books as I'd want to be able to say that I had read every book in the library.

The dream begins with an inside shot of me and my brother looking out into the rainy night, then it moves outward into the night to show that are parents are nowhere to be seen.
"Watch t.v," I say to my brother. He turns on the t.v and the lamp and lays down on the couch. I head upstairs and when I look to the right, I notice an odd light coming from the restroom. I head inside and with a shock I find a large flame on the sink. I run and get a washcloth. I wet it and run back and wring th water onto the flame. I then try to turn on the light but it does not work. The only light is the fire. I wet the cloth again and once more put it onto the fire. The flame is doused. I take in a sigh of relief and then i head downatairs, more trouble. The couch my little brother is laying on is on fire and my brother is just laying there watching the television. I scream at him to get out of the way and he does. I once again start the firefighting. As I am doing so, the phone rings I don't answer it for obvious reasons and the machine picks it up. It is my mom and she is in tears she is talking to someone else and she is saying how we are in the hospital. Once the flame is put out my lkittle brother gets back on the couch and continues watching t.v. I try to open the front door but my hand keeps slipping off.
"Joshua, come open the door," I say.
"No," he replies. The phone rings. I pick it up.
"Hello?" I scream, the stress in my voice clearly heard. A lady comes on the phone and says how it's good how she found out where I live. Obvious horror dream in the making.

Sooo...I know I kinda got behind on the dream journaling and MILDing over the weekend, but hopefully I can get things back on track here...

1) I went into work, fairly normal day, but far busier than usual. Eventually amid all the craziness, one guy came in and started to mildly cause trouble. He wasn't doing anything so obnoxious we could put him out of the store, but he was bothersome. I went into the back room to do my job in there, and came back out a bit later to see that guy still there, and talking to people in a very strange way...he was brainwashing them. I spoke to some other people he had already brainwashed--people I knew before--and they were completely different. In a daze, unable to hear me, repeating bizarre phrases, and quickly turning to displaying aberrant moods and behavior. Before long, these people had turned into zombies, and all my coworkers with them. Since I had been in the back, only I didn't get the brainwash treatment. I ran back to the stock room and locked the door. My boss was in there, too. "What are we going to do? Have you seen what's going on out there!?" I asked in a panic. "Yes...I...I don't know." I'd never heard him sound so discouraged before. We looked all over for a place to hide before the zombies broke through the door, but there was nowhere safe enough for us to plan on surviving for more than 30 seconds. Eventually my boss gave up. "I'm sorry." He said, just before a bullet went into my head. It didn't kill me, but after I turned and saw my boss holding the gun, I fell to the floor like I was dead anyway, to keep him from shooting again. As I lay there, I heard another gunshot go off, and this time my boss fell to the floor. I guess he would have rather died by his own hand than by the zombies. After a minute, I recovered from the wound and picked up my boss's gun (which strangely turned from a pistol to a shotgun when I picked it up). The zombies were close to breaking through. I quickly went out the back door and locked it, but it did little good. All around me outside things had turned into a wasteland covered with zombies. I had little hope of survival, but I didn't give up so easily. I went everywhere looking for a safe place, taking out zombies with my shotgun all the way. I woke up before finding anywhere.

Dream Signs: highly unusual events, being at work, zombies

I was at home, in my room. Somebody else was also sleeping there. A boarder? I went out.

I was in mom's room. I was somebody else. A rich guy. I walked into the room, but it looked more like a small marsh, with water and furniture for logs. When I stepped in, the white alligators grew active and tried to bring me down. I jumped from log to log (or furniture to furniture), but I was obviously going down.

I clung to the window, and then a monkey passed by and saved me. My roommate moved the bed into the room to "catch" me. No more animals, logs or water. I was grateful, but as he slept, I noticed that the pull-out bed under it was facing the wall, so I can't pull it out and sleep.

School. We were chasing someone. Or being chased? A farm (Knott Berry?) of horrors. Morphing. Trying to escape.

We went home to school (Lasalle). My companion stays there, but I don't. I checked the time, and it's 11 p.m. I told him I gotta go home. I saw the guard closing the gate, but I also saw a person about to go out.

Next, I worried if my roommate is still awake so he can open up the gate and door for me. I worried if he'll get angry for waking him up.

My partner and I were watching some movie (which must have been a Ring movie). There was a kid. Suddenly his eyes turned shrunken and dead and then Samara appeared behind him.

Keep in mind that I had just finished watching the film Predator before I went to sleep. Probably explains this one

Me and a bunch of others were on the run from the Predator alien thing. We were in some kind of town, which was running just like usual. By day the thing wouldn't kill anyone but by night it at least tried to kill someone in the group I was with.

We kept finding places to hide out at night. The thing always knew where we were - which building for example. So we had to find hiding places within the buildings we were hiding in - like hide and seek.

Note: These DCs are real people, but the names have been changed to protect privacy.

It started off non-lucid in a pool/chill room of some sort. Banana was saying some suggestive things about Rolleyes and I again. Shadewink, sitting next to a fireplace, heard it and asked, "Alex's in love?" I sat down next to him and said no, but not emphatically, to show I was in love with him. We talked for a bit about love. I forgot the specifics. It felt so real.

[scene missing]

I somehow became the babysitter in a family with a 5-year-old serial killer lunatic boy. It was exactly like a horror movie. I was alone in the house, then I turned and saw the boy grinning with a dagger in his hand. I had to keep a lookout for him, and he always appeared where I wasn't looking. I managed to dodge all his attacks. On the last attack I dodged, he pulled out a fork next, and somehow I made him land in the laundry hamper, which I pushed out a door that I then closed.

Then the family came home. The two daughters wanted to take a shower, and I joined them. I saw the eldest had big breasts and she was taking small, paper-thin supplements, so I asked, "Does it work?" She said yes. I asked if I could have some. (The younger daughter said "No!" as if not wanting me to change who I am.) She told me I'd be able to get them in a mystical garden, which was shown to me. But first, I had to return in a time machine to a time in the middle of things - in medias res.

So I then returned to the pool/chill room. Without me (and Banana, or Shadewink, it seemed), they'd gotten Dennis, who was passed out on the floor anyway. I went into the next room; the guys were sitting n a circle, and greeted me. Victor asked where I was going. I told them I was going to "buy something" in Chinese. Then I elaborated: "I'm going to buy something called Fifty Basket (a drink shop)". And I ran out of there. I knew with that lame excuse some of them would be bound to chase after me, and so I ran. I ran over the familiar swimming pool & resort landscape from my unwritten dream on 5/21. My adrenaline surged, and I was losing the dream. I was able to salvage it, however.

Finally I vaulted a fence and at the other side, Banana came over with a bundle of the pink supplements in the shape of a lotus. He told me, "You do know this is just a dream, right?" I replied wistfully: "Can't I take this into the real world?" But here I'd already become lucid. I wanted to stay lucid for longer. I walked about on the now empty and sandy place, changing night into day. I lay on the ground and tried to change the medium I was lying on, to no success. I then decided to have random sex, so I changed the dreamscape into a beach with more people. Most of the people resisted my advances, so eventually I grabbed a green electric toothbrush and went for it. The feeling was intense. I could hear a voice saying, "This is what is meant by libertarian sex(uality)", and "99.9%" of something. Then I came violently, already half awake and feeling myself pulse in bed, and woke up.

Another non-lucid that only lasts for a short time. Stress from school must be getting to me, for I haven't had a lucid in over a week. I mustn't let it control me, though. Dreaming should not create stress, but release it instead.

I'm riding through the verdant countryside on a red and black dirt bike; all alone on the sun smothered streets. My eyes are focused on the road ahead, galvanizing a sort of tunnel that acts as a blockade for my peripherals. The gravel from the road begins to hover slightly above the ground which grabs my attention suddenly, allowing my vision to fall back into place. I slow the bike down to a dull roar, kick the stand and gaze off into the purple horizon. The sun, a deep crimson splendor, drowns its remaining color into the grassy hills, leaving a timid sky to look after me until nights deathly grasp consumes the land. My stomach churls at the thought of nightfall in this unfamiliar territory and I feel a strange sickness start to take over. It doesn't feel like anything I have experienced before...a writhing pain throughout my entire body and a deep throbbing pang in my head. I'm forced to fall to my knees, letting my head fall to my sweat stricken chest. After a moment or so I lift my head and begin to drag my fragile corpse to the soft grass a few feet away. Stumbling, I land in the now colorless patch breathing heavily and waiting for a cool breeze to lift my spirits. It's almost completely dark now. I watch the last bit of color slip furtively behind the tops of the ancient pines, sitting helplessly beside my rusted bike and awaiting my inevitable doom. My eyes focus quickly as the night forms a blanket over the countryside; everything is now wrapped in a deep blue which becomes the one of two colors that haunt my dream. The other color was a tiny, lurid, golden light coming from a window of a dilapidated house on a nearby hill. It was a three story farm house with a tin roof and a wrap around porch. The once vibrant paint was now peeling off in sheets, revealing the sordid wood that was used to build the creepy structure. Every window was boarded up with several two-by-fours crisscrossing one another except for the window on the third level. A thin golden light crept through the tiny window, combating the dark that was now raging outside. My eyes were glued to the enigmatic glow. I forgot about the crippling maladies coursing through my body that had put me on my knees. I forgot about the dreadful night sky that so malevolently hunted my timorous frame. All I knew was that light. That golden glow that saved me from nightmarish ghouls and interminable fear, and instead leaving me in a bleary trance that would soon fade into the horizon and over the pines, just like the setting sun.

Nightmare Game
Let's see if I can explain this for you. It's actually very interesting, and I found it very scary - so keep reading!

I was with my Dad, ready to play a videogame, but the way I accessed the save files was very weird.
There was a cylinder of stone, which had small angels carved into it. Below each angel it said the name of the level I was on, and the time and date I had saved at. There was also a statue of a tree (I think), and other carvings on rocks. It was like this huge centrepiece of carved stone, and I could access the save files of the game by interacting with the statues in real life. Very odd, I know. I chose to delete a couple of save files. The statues broke apart and fell into a moat of water around the centrepiece. Again, very strange.

Something about the angels, the save files, made me afraid. It was like I was preparing myself for a journey. A dark descent...
The game was top-down, set in the dungeons of a castle, I believe. There were demons, living dead, all manner of creatures which could drive a man to insanity.
But this was no easy hack and slash adventure game.
It was about creeping through dark corridors, hoping you wouldn't be seen, hoping you wouldn't be killed. It was a game, yet it was real at the same time. Imagine Amnesia from a top-down view, with weapons and more creatures. And then make it real.
This game was terrifying. But you know what? It was addictive. The fear and the adrenaline pushed me and my Dad onwards through blood-stained halls, seemingly empty passages, tombs, catacombs, crypts, and more, slaying horrible enemies all the way.
We played and played for ages, each step we took putting us in more danger.

-recall skip-

My character walked up out of a cellar, into a large modern house. It was eerie, and contrasted with the somewhat medieval setting of the world below. But something was wrong.

It seems that fear manifests itself quite strongly in dreams. It becomes a part of the world - it's not just a feeling any more, it creeps into everything. You can't escape it - everything feels wrong when you're afraid. Anything can turn against you in a dream - nothing is solid, nothing is permanent. An empty room could fill with enemies desperate to tear your heart out and feast on your living body.
This feeling haunts me in every nightmare I have.
I know subconsciously that every room I enter is putting me in more danger. The fear inside my brain can create more horrible things, causing more fear. There is no escape.

There was a % above my character, next to a skull. I knew that if this gauge reached 100%, my character would have some sort of seizure, and demons would manifest in his world, ready to kill him. It was horrible - I was battling my character's own sanity.
I exited the game, but the fear followed me. Exiting the game was pointless. It was real, it was still there. The gauge referred to me - not just my in-game character.
I had to research this medical condition which caused hallucinations - I had something to do with the vascular system (it doesn't exist, but in the dream it did) - and at any moment something could just "pop" and I would be plunged into a world of terror.
I reached for a nearby laptop, but I couldn't find Firefox on the start menu or desktop.

End of dream.
Wake up, then go back to sleep.

No Reflection
This dream wasn't scary, unless you count the fact that I nearly slipped down a huge waterslide (hey, I'm afraid of heights).

I was on some sort of desert fortress. It was a large building, and the architecture was almost alien in design. Think "Sandtrap" from Halo 3.
There was a gravity lift, which would shoot me over to another "arm" of the building a few hundred feet away.
I walked up to the gravity lift, and was flung into the air - but instead of going the full distance, I landed in the sand below, in the middle of the gap. I hit a piece of scrap metal.
Standing up, I walked towards some steps, back onto the strange building (or alien ship, who knows).
I went through a doorway, which lead to a normal dining room - except at the far end, there was the start of two waterslides! As I walked over to get a better look, I felt myself slip - oh no! I was sitting on the precipice of the second slide, feeling the water run underneath me. I struggled upright, and backed away from the edge. My subconscious does everything it can to make me do fall down huge drops, or go on rollercoasters and waterslides. Every time there's a perilous drop, I slip or find myself sliding towards it, almost like I'm being dragged. I think it's because I really don't want it to happen, so it does.
I turned around and faced the rest of the room.
There were some people I didn't recognise inside, now. They told me their names, and I told them mine.
"Yes, we know who you are," a middle aged woman said.
I had the feeling that I was famous or something, except I'd forgotten it.
"You know me? How?" I asked. "What did you see me in? What did I do?"
She mentioned something on TV or the theatre, I can't remember. My Dad appeared at some point, too.
My vision blurred and I felt dizzy, as a result of banging my head against the metal on the desert floor earlier. I walked over to the table, and looked in a big mirror on the wall. I couldn't see myself or my Dad! I had no reflection, but I could see lots of people eating dinner at the table in the mirror. When I looked for real, I saw nobody sitting there.
I said to my Dad, "Dad you have to look at this, quick! We've disappeared or something, just look at the mirror!"
The middle aged woman was still there, so I told her about our problem. She took out a camera to test if it would pick us up, but that seemed to trigger something.

Floating tiki heads started flying through the door, angered for some reason. They looked a bit like this.

I won't let them take me! I thought - even though I wasn't lucid, I managed to project white light at them, and shrouded myself in it. It was a sort of energy, and I used these powers to fight off the tiki heads.
End of dream.

There was a sort of false awakening too, or a "false reality", but it wasn't very exciting and I can't remember it well, so this is all for now!
As always, comments are appreciated.

01/13/2011
"UFO, EMP, WTF"

I had been hanging out with a few friends. Josh was there, and there were a couple of girls along with us. We'd spent most of the night just partying and just getting into a lot of shit we weren't supposed to be. I remember being in a garage, sitting in the passenger seat of a car, and one of the girls from the back seat slithered up front to sit on my lap. Looking back, though, I can't say that this is a girl that I already knew in waking life.

Later, we were supposed to be going to a house party, but when we got there it was completely abandoned. It was the middle of the night, and there were still a couple of cars outside, even though there was apparently nobody home. Ultimately not caring, we all just decided to hang out there, and have our own little party. So we started just getting hanging out and getting hammered. The whole thing seemed completely wrong, though. Everything was dark and ominous, and the house itself had a really run-down, horror movie type of feel to it, as if it were a cross between the Bates motel (Psycho) and Springwood High School (A Nightmare on Elm Street). Even though we were just having a grand ol' time, there was still this foreboding feeling that we just shouldn't be there.

After some period of time, we were all outside. The house was somewhat in the sticks, and even though there was a least one neighbor nearby, there were acres and acres of land, around us. Suddenly, in the dead of night, we heard the electronic whir of some sort of aircraft above us. We looked overhead and there was a small cluster of about 3 spot lights beaming down through the clouds, sweeping over the house and surrounding area. The machine was hovering, just to high above the mist for us to make out its shape. Still, it was easy to see it was like nothing I'd ever witnessed. Just as suddenly, a convoy of military vehicles roared onto the scene, tearing through the grassy field beside us, and apparently chasing the flying vehicle, which had shifted off to the clearing behind the house. There was something huge going on, and we weren't even sure if we were allowed to be on this property. We figured that it would probably be best to get the Hell out of the area, before the military decided to come back, and 'interrogate' any witnesses. However, when we tried to start the cars, they were all dead. Everything electronic was dead. Apparently, we figured, that thing in the sky had triggered some kind of EMP, and we were now stranded. (Didn't realize that this didn't explain how the military was able to drive in across the field. Oh well.)

The next thing I knew, it was the following morning. I vaguely remember waking up in a friend's car. We were trying to leave again, and this time, the car was starting. The only thing left was for me to check my car...which was suddenly nowhere to be found. I exploded into panic, jumping out of the car and scoping around for mine. Josh suggested that I might have parked it around back, with some of the others. I went around the side of the house, and into the back yard. There were a a couple of cars back there, but most of them looked run down, and mine was nowhere in sight. I'd gone back around to the front of the house and found the rest of the group in the garage. They were tending to the girl who had been with Josh, and she was apparently very sick. She had these mysterious bruises that just showed up, all over her body, and there was suddenly blood all over the section of the car where she was sitting, which apparently came from her. Everybody was freaking out, because this girl was apparently getting worse by the moment. I was immediately reminded of the snake things in the movie The Ruins, and I couldn't help but think that this girl had them crawling around beneath her skin. If she was somehow infected with these parasites, we were all in grave danger, and we had to get out of there. Now.

There simply wasn't enough room for all of us to drive off in the only car that we had, so I knew we needed some other mode of transportation. I ran back around to the back of the house and started looking for a car that might actually start. There was a really dope, customized Camaro, but it turned out to be a piece of junk that simply didn't run. Another car, which seemed suitable from afar, seemed to suddenly morph into a child's PowerWheels type of toy. Finally, I came across another car, which looked a lot like mine, except it was a convertible of a different color. We somehow got it started, piled ourselves into both vehicles, and drove away to try to get some medical attention.

That's all I remember.

For the online DJ system, that is. I have two books filled to about 350 pages total thus far and it's been a long time since I shared any :l so here we go, I'll start by retelling some of the ones you all have missed out on:

The New House

My family hears word of my Aunt Brenda buying a new place a couple hours from where she used to live. Invited, we pack up via time lapse imagery and begin our 3 three hour drive out of our way to meet the new house. They'd only moved in yesterday, and hadn't even come close to exploring all 50+ different rooms in the house. It was a mansion that somewhat reminded me of the manor from the Resident Evil 1 in size and complexity. However upon entering, the place seemed much unlike that mansion in RE1, for it was clean, tidy, and welcoming.

After the expected greetings and whatnot with my Aunt and cousins, I naturally follow my oldest cousin, Dale, to his new room. I complimented his TV, which was a forty inch plasma with crystal clear picture. Dale corrected me, saying that it was his computer screen. Amused by this, I took advantage by watching youtube videos on it for what should have been hours. Soon, I went downstairs for dinner; apparently, I had missed the tour of the house from what they had explored thus far. Supper consisted of great homemade stuff.

After dinner I was shown to my room, (there was just a transition to the moment my Aunt opened the door for me) and I immediately collapsed on the cozy bed. A brief lurch forward in time, a few hours. I hear crying, and then a brief scream. The door to my room opens and then slams. Heart racing. I contemplate and idealize what could possibly be happening, but I can't summon a reasonable conclusion. Determined to convince myself it was just the wind, I forced myself to try to sleep for the rest of the night.

In the morning I went downstairs to see if anyone was up yet. There was nobody. There was a paper note on the fridge that hadn't been there the day before, which read, "The small room with the small door handle-- we don't go there!"

I paced until everyone was downstairs and awake. We ate. Dale had a friend over as well as the friend's mother. Dale and his friend would just sit staring hypnotically at the computer screen, waiting for his mother to speak to which he would immediately reply with an aggravated "Shut up." and grimace, possibly swearing under his breath in anger.

I said I was going to the bathroom, so I walked downstairs and turned a few corners and found it. Upon opening the door, the tap erupted violently without any of the handles being turned around the faucet. So, I went upstairs to find the other bathroom, ignoring the impulse to ask where it is. I walk through the room of my other cousin, Marina, which was sort of like a dual entrance-way room (a door on either end). I also notice another cousin of mine, Pam, was crashed on the bed. I emerge into a small hallway from her room, and immediately hear reverberating footsteps at a fast pace, sounding quite close. The door behind me slammed shut. I was completely alone in the narrow corridor; I could feel no human presence.

It was illuminated with a nostalgic sunlight, deep and warm and hard on the eyes. There were three doors along the wall beside me. The door on the left had a shuddering handle. Hearing my heartbeat echo in my ears, pulsing madly and loudly, I open the handle out of overpowering curiosity. The sound of a thousand dying screams at once all hit me in one concentrated outburst, windy. Visions of decaying corpses, mutilated half-deads, and the tortured all dance around my peripherals. In the back of my mind I have an image of fingernails, rotten and overgrown, peeling slowly off the fingers of these leathery people, and it headaches me greatly. I slam the door shut. It immediately opens again as soon as I shut it, and the room looks fine. An old record player sits in the corner, spitting out some distorted jazz out of the brass trumpet. I close the door, my heart thumping being more vivid than ever.

As I look over to the sunlit windows I see a shadow moving underneath them, along the floors, and quickly away from me. At this moment for some reason I realize that there are no lights installed in this part of the house. I walk to the end of the hallway and look both ways. The hallway becomes darker, the carpet rusty, the whole atmosphere dirty like that of an old cheap motel hallway, even the smells. I turn my back and return to Marina's room. The bedsheets were torn off and Pam was gone. As I made to leave, out of the corner of my eye, I see multicoloured toe socks peeking out from under the bed-- Pam was under the bed.

I leave the room, but as I step away from the door I see a terribly vivid image in front of me. It was a woman with greasy and dirty gray hair, accompanied with a rotting gray face with cracks alongside, tearing away at the remaining skin on her face (not a lot). She was wearing a silver night-gown. Stains of red here and there, and many puke stains, particularly down her middle. She ignored me, fell to her knees without acknowledging me, and screamed the same scream I had heard only last night. She got up and glided away, sobbing to herself.

I ran downstairs, turned a corner to find my Aunt and a few other people crowded around the bathroom door downstairs. The other things that had been in there before were gone, and now was a urinal, which was also backing up.

We left the house, assuming, never to return.