The Following events are based off of a past dream of mine.
"My heart began to flutter. I race to the steps and run down as fast as I can. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I turn the corner and instantly come to a halt. Standing in the doorway of the little girl's room was a..."
As night falls upon the sky, everyone in the house appears to be sleepy and ready for bed. There are three of us: me, a woman, and a young girl who appears to be about 8 years of age. The house that we are in is a huge mansion. Hallways seem to stretch for miles and it is hard to gauge the exact width and length of the mansion. There appear to be 3 floors. My room, and the woman's room, is on the second floor. The first floor is where the little girl's room was. On the first floor there were many hallways that opened up to many rooms. The same thing can be said about the second floor. Every wall of the mansion was decorated with a random assortment of pictures enclosed in frames that covered the entire surface of the wall. On the ceiling hung countless golden chandeliers and miscellaneous posters that read: "Go Team!" and "Success!" Saying goodnight to the little girl I see her to her room and lay her down in her bed and tuck her in. The woman has already made it to her room upstairs.
After the little girl has shut her eyes, I make my way to the staircase and head up the stairs to my room. Reaching the top of the stairs I stop for a moment to look at the ceiling of the second floor. It's teaming with hanging NBA signs and poster boards and writings with the word: game. My room is further down the hall. Reaching my room I hop in my bed and begin to close my eyes, thinking about how marvelous this mansion is. Time passes, and the lights go out in the mansion. A few seconds pass by and I hear a toilet flush in the bathroom down the hall. My eyes shoot open, I feel that something is wrong but I can't quite place a finger on it. I get out of bed and start walking down the hall to the bathroom. Reaching the bathroom I can see that the lights are on with the door closed. I knock on the door. No response. I knock again and call out to whoever is in the bathroom. No response. I get ready to knock again but before I can, I'm met with a quiet yet peculiar laugh. It sounds like it came from a child but the laugh echoed throughout the hallway and sent a chill down my spine. The bathroom door slowly creeps open, the light turns off and out comes the little girl that I tucked into bed.
Sighing with relief, I follow the girl to the top of the stairs and watch her walk down to the bottom of the staircase. I turn and start walking back to my room. I get about half way down the hallway when another echoing laugh erupts in the hallway. This time it sounds like it came from an older man. Eyes wide, I turn back around and begin walking back toward the stairs to check on the little girl. As I'm walking, I glance up at the ceiling because I noticed that the hanging poster signs are all slowly rotating at the same time. However, as the sign rotates, the letters change. All of the poster signs had different words on the front of the sign: Go Bulls!, Game, Fun; read a few of the signs...however, as the signs rotated to the back of the poster, the letters rearranged, and the new word spelled on the back of the posters read: “Demon.” My heart began to flutter. I raced to the steps and ran down as fast as I could. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I turn the corner and instantly come to a halt. Standing in the doorway of the little girl's room was a man, wearing a black leather jacket, black pants, and black boots. His hair was black and his face was clean shaven, he appeared to be in his mid-40s and stood at about 5'11". He had a blank expression on his face and seemed to be staring off into space at a wall next to me, he seemed almost lifeless. I stepped back behind the wall momentarily to get out of his line of sight.
I peek out behind the corner again and this time the man is staring directly at me, still as lifeless as he was before. I step back behind the wall again and then step back out. This time, the man is facing the entrance to the little girl's room. The echoing laugh starts again and the man swiftly floats into the room, the door slams closed and I can hear the little girl scream at the top of her lungs. I rush over to the door and try to open it but it appears to be locked and barred closed, no matter how hard I rammed into the door, it would not open. Feeling like eyes are watching me from behind, I whip around and look down the hallway that leads into the living room. Sitting on the couch was a shadowy figure. He was sitting with his left leg propped up on his right knee, his left arm was resting on the top of the couch and his right arm was holding his left ankle. His face wasn't formed but I can feel the heat from his gaze. His right hand rises slowly. Using his right hand, he begins to beckon me to come toward him. -wake-
