Here's a MOTHER of a string of nightmares, with total vividness! Worst part is the zero lucidity!
I've had way oo many dreams about my Grandmother's Literally HAUNTED house, each time it never ending well.
It starts off with me moon-jumping to my Grandmother's House out on Six Nations Reservation in Ontario (Quite a feat, as I live so far away)
For those who don't know Ontario Landscapes, think of the house being on top of a medium sized hill, with smoother hills all around, with the ground around as (perceivably) farmland, broken frequently by forests of Mixed Deciduous and Pine. The house itself has a victorian style, much akin to what you would see in rural america (Red Brick, Wrap-around porch, etc.)
It was early Spring, and the ground still had a blanket of white frost.
When I get to the house (I had not been there for ages) I realized that many things were done to the house (Renovations). I spotted a fathoms-deep pool, and a new deck.
I go into the house (I didn't realize that there were new owners) and I hear tell that there's a Paranormal Investigation going on in there. I see a bunch of guys there with all sorts of odd equipment, including a Thermal Dynamic Scope, Infra-red Cameras, Monitor Cameras in every room of the house (These are important! Thermometers, Barometers, and somebody with an EMP Field Detector. The guy with the EMP detector puts it in "Test" mode and it emits a sharp beep.
A main point of interest was that the cellar causeway was frozen over, and was impassable (The owners stated it was a central for paranormal activity in the summer) I used to be afraid of that basement a lot when I was a kid.
All the while, nothing really happens, other than a chair that moved in the corner of the living room (Which scared me somewhat), but I was at ease, at least.
After a night of thorough searching (I cannot recall that part, as it was sort of a "Later on" sort of thing), nothing was to be seen. The investigators decide to get some pizza, and they leave with the owners.
I wanting to come as well, was told to "Hold down the fort" and make sure nobody breaks in. I was really scared, so I secretly grabbed the Breech Loader (Shotgun) that was in the house for as long as I can remember (My brother and I knew, but we weren't keen on letting the parents know that! and cock it. It sounded loaded. Good. I grab the box of slugs beside it just in case.
With me all alone in the house, I decide to start walking to the kitchen to wave goodbye to them as they pulled out of the long driveway. As I saw them leave, I saw one of the thermometers start to rise, and I heard a dripping behind me. That's when I noticed a truly horrific thing in the reflection of the window:
An old woman walked THROUGH the frozen cellar door and up the adjacent staircase that led to the upstairs area. I remember a chill up my spine, and a loud "DUN!" type sound effect playing.
At that point I hear from the living room the EMP Field Detector Emitting the same sharp beep. I rush to it, when I get in the room, every instrument is flying off their scales. The lights begin to flicker violently. I hear a faint screaming coming from upstairs. The video cameras, each and every one, show a picture of an elderly couple.
They look terribly similar to Grant Wood's Famous Farmer and Wife painting, except they are older, their skin is zombie-like, sallow, and their eyes are nothing more than black voids. I hear a hollow sounding music playing all around he house, similar to what one would hear in DOOM3 or something akin to it.
I will draw a picture of them later.
The video screen now flickers back to the basement door. It is no longer frozen, it is in fact ajar, with inky blackness leading downwards. The screen beckons me to go there. I load my Breech Loader's other barrel and head downstairs, scared out of my life. I pick up a flashlight, and head off for the basement.
I find that the basement is still as scary as before, but there's furniture down there, as though somebpdy wanted it to be a rec room (Hard when you have flagstone flooring) As soon as I enter the main room, the flashlight goes dead.
All chaos breaks out, and I hear loud crashes and clanks in the night. I fire off my shotgun to see if I can see what's going on by the muzzle flash. The furniture is being moved by some force, and it's doing a very scary job in doing so. I fire off many more rounds, but the bullets are blanks!!
All of a sudden, all the noise and scaryness just stops. The lights still flicker, and blood drips from my face. I realize I've been slashed by a Lamp's Power cord. I drop my gun (it being useless) and head upstairs to mop up. The kitchen sinkwater is stagnant, so I go upstairs to wash my face off. I notice several presences in the shadows...
As I make for the upstairs bathroom, I notice the light is still on, and there's none other on upstairs. This bathroom is at the end of the hallway, and the mirror faces the corridor. I start fixing my face.
The two zombie-like farmers slide into the doorway from the right, and I remember spitting out a blue liquid in surprise.
I wake up, and my heart is pumping.
I have yet to look in a mirror that shows a lot behind me now.
There SHOULD be an attachment depicting what they looked like.
[edit]: Resizing images sucks, hahaha
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