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I mentioned before that the reoccurring nightmare is only the second worst. The first is much, much worse. It started normally. Mom and I were moving into a new house. Then it turned out to be the stereotypical creepy mansion that you see in the movies. The group of adults left me in the living room to go get drunk in the kitchen and celebrate the new house. I wandered around and tried to go into the kitchen, but I ended up a door over. The room was magnificent. It wasn’t necessarily big, but it looked as though at one time it was a bedroom. A table was turned on its side, teacups and such were shattered on the floor. The curtains were a rustic red colour, and there was a stair case leading up to the loft. I hadn’t actually stepped into the room yet, but I wanted to. Countless sheets of music and debris were scattered around, though there seemed to be no instruments to play. I was wearing a dress that matched the curtains in the room, and my long, chestnut hair was tied in a red bow. I stepped into the beautiful room eagerly, hoping to explore and satisfy my craving for the adventure.
As soon as my feet landed on the matted carpet, someone screamed. I was shoved against a wall, and a crazy woman that looked about late thirties was screaming on and on, possessed almost! She gripped my arms and I ran for the stair case, pushing her away. She ran after me, but as she stepped in the path of the sun, she disappeared. I quickly dashed and opened all of the curtains. There was a faint thump behind me and I turned. There were two of them now. I’m not sure how I know this, but the lady’s name was Opal. She was laying on the ground, very faint, distant. I slowly approached her as she beckoned me. The man laying opposite of her was also a spectral apparition, for his legs were in the sun, but gone. He also looked quite dead, so I paid only attention to Opal. She pointed to the wall and a name was written there. ‘Kievin’ I think it was pronounced ‘Kevin’ but spelled strange. I nodded and she died, leaving me helpless. I felt a pain on my chest, so I checked myself. I found animal tracks imprinted in bruises all over my body. Before I knew what had happened, I was sitting in an old fashioned mixer, in a closet. The door opened and a woman placed a ten year old in there with me. I obviously wasn’t actually there, I could just remember what Kievin could. Kievin could see me though, for he turned his head toward me and said, “Wish me luck in death.” I nodded and we turned our heads forward again as the machine started up, sealing his fate. I closed my eyes and let a single tear fall before opening my eyes and seeing the red room again. I made my way up the stairs to the loft to find Opal there, or rather, what was left of her. There simply lay a skeleton, dresses like Opal.
I moved the bones to a chair and situated them how I figured she might sit, and I rested on the bed. I thought a moment and excused myself. I waltzed into the kitchen where everyone was pretty much bombed, and I opened the closet. There lay the bones of Kievin. I picked them up and carried them back to Opal’s room. I sat them in Opal’s lap, pretending she was holding her grandson. I smiled and laid on the bed. At least she had him now. With that I slept, and awoke in real life.

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I mentioned before that the reoccurring nightmare is only the second worst. The first is much, much worse. It started normally. Mom and I were moving into a new house. Then it turned out to be the stereotypical creepy mansion that you see in the movies. The group of adults left me in the living room to go get drunk in the kitchen and celebrate the new house. I wandered around and tried to go into the kitchen, but I ended up a door over. The room was magnificent. It wasn’t necessarily big, but it looked as though at one time it was a bedroom. A table was turned on its side, teacups and such were shattered on the floor. The curtains were a rustic red colour, and there was a stair case leading up to the loft. I hadn’t actually stepped into the room yet, but I wanted to. Countless sheets of music and debris were scattered around, though there seemed to be no instruments to play. I was wearing a dress that matched the curtains in the room, and my long, chestnut hair was tied in a red bow. I stepped into the beautiful room eagerly, hoping to explore and satisfy my craving for the adventure.
As soon as my feet landed on the matted carpet, someone screamed. I was shoved against a wall, and a crazy woman that looked about late thirties was screaming on and on, possessed almost! She gripped my arms and I ran for the stair case, pushing her away. She ran after me, but as she stepped in the path of the sun, she disappeared. I quickly dashed and opened all of the curtains. There was a faint thump behind me and I turned. There were two of them now. I’m not sure how I know this, but the lady’s name was Opal. She was laying on the ground, very faint, distant. I slowly approached her as she beckoned me. The man laying opposite of her was also a spectral apparition, for his legs were in the sun, but gone. He also looked quite dead, so I paid only attention to Opal. She pointed to the wall and a name was written there. ‘Kievin’ I think it was pronounced ‘Kevin’ but spelled strange. I nodded and she died, leaving me helpless. I felt a pain on my chest, so I checked myself. I found animal tracks imprinted in bruises all over my body. Before I knew what had happened, I was sitting in an old fashioned mixer, in a closet. The door opened and a woman placed a ten year old in there with me. I obviously wasn’t actually there, I could just remember what Kievin could. Kievin could see me though, for he turned his head toward me and said, “Wish me luck in death.” I nodded and we turned our heads forward again as the machine started up, sealing his fate. I closed my eyes and let a single tear fall before opening my eyes and seeing the red room again. I made my way up the stairs to the loft to find Opal there, or rather, what was left of her. There simply lay a skeleton, dresses like Opal.
I moved the bones to a chair and situated them how I figured she might sit, and I rested on the bed. I thought a moment and excused myself. I waltzed into the kitchen where everyone was pretty much bombed, and I opened the closet. There lay the bones of Kievin. I picked them up and carried them back to Opal’s room. I sat them in Opal’s lap, pretending she was holding her grandson. I smiled and laid on the bed. At least she had him now. With that I slept, and awoke in real life.