It started with my mother and I going to visit this old building. Now, as an observer, I knew that my mother was actually a murderer and many of her victims were found here. As a character, I knew nothing about this and blindly went here with her. I think I may have been a young child in this, because I was short and I was holding her hand.
We took an elevator. I saw some stairs as we were riding it. My mother had some kind of business to take care of. Next thing I remember is being downstairs at the door, trying to open it. I suddenly became lucid. I realized I was standing in the living room in my old house that I grew up in. I turned around to see my mother standing in the middle of the room sharpening a knife. She flashed me a mad, evil grin that filled me with fear. I woke up, yelling at her, trying to scare her away.
This is the second dream I've had about my childhood home that involved something evil lurking there. The other was actually less of dream and more of a vision. I was just laying in bed one night thinking about my old house. I went into a sort of meditative state (not unusual when you're tired and lying in bed) I had this vision/dream of walking into the house and into my brother's old room and there was something there that filled me with something close to immense fear. It jerked me out of my meditative state.
This may sound a little far-fetched but I'm beginning to wonder if there is some kind of angry, violent, mean spirit in that house. It has frightened me twice on purpose. This is some cause for alarm because soon my boyfriend and I will be moving in there together.
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