Ah, where to start. As a child, I grew up more or less in one house. For nine years, we lived there. We moved out when my parents got divorced, when I
was about 11, and I guess I view that as the turning point in my life when I stopped seeing the world as a fairy tale, much the way a child does, and
life gradually started just getting more real. Not in a bad way, I just started growing up about the same time we left that house. But, this leaves me
with a huge division between 'childhood' and 'not quite childhood' in my life, and that house is the only place associated with 'childhood', so
you'd think that memories and feelings associated with the house would be pleasant, yeah?
Not so, I'm afraid, and I don't know why. The house has haunted my dreams since we left. The dreams have a few generally constant elements, but are
not recurring dreams. They never take place in the past, always real time. I'm in the house, but I no longer live there. My things are still there,
in my room, it's like no one had lived there since we left it. Every time, I'm in my room, and it's sort of...dark. My vision is impaired, its dark
and I can't turn on the lights. But not completely dark, just light enough that I can make out shapes and such, but can’t see clearly enough to get
Also, I'm always trying to get something accomplished, like, I'm trying to pack my things, or something to that effect. But I can't, because I
can't see, or something is distracting me. It's extremely frustrating; I've got no control of the situation or my surroundings.
Said dreams are usually fairly uneventful, and, aside from being extremely frustrating, not that bad. One thing that does bother me about them is this
weird, general feeling I get about the house. It feels…how can I describe this…sad. The house feels sad. There’s a huge negative undertone to
all of these dreams, and even the waking thoughts I have about the house have the same feeling to them.
Well, I say the dreams are usually pretty harmless, but the most recent one I’ve had (this was a couple of weeks ago) was quite disturbing to me. As
usual, we were in the house, but we didn’t live there. Someone else had lived there this time, and I got the general feeling that something bad had
happened there, and that was the origination of the bad air about the house. It’s a generally disconcerting feeling, I can’t really figure out
what it is besides upsetting.
But the dream, anyway. I was upstairs in the house, as per usual with these dreams, but this time I was in my old bathroom, looking around. I think I
knew something had happened in the house, but I wasn’t sure what, and I was looking for clues. In the bathroom, I pulled back the shower curtain,
and around the bathtub there was this red waterline. Like, blood… I got the idea that someone died there, suicide I thought. At this point, I was
highly disturbed, and even recounting it gives me a strange feeling. So, I was really scared by what I saw, but the pieces of the puzzle began to fall
into place. I walked into my room, half expecting someone to be waiting for me, someone who wanted to hurt me. I was really scared by this time, but I
went in my room anyway. As usual, my things were all in there, and my cat was on my bed, just walking around, being a cat. Then on my night stand,
there was this other cat. It was…dark, like a shadow. Ominous.
When I was a child, in that house I always used to see these shadows, out of the corner of my eye, always just a glimpse, and I couldn’t see them if
I tried to look directly at where I saw them. Much like what I saw described in this thread:
These were never negative things, really just intriguing. I think I remember believing them to be cats, but I’m not sure if I thought they were cats
This thing on my nightstand, resembling a shadow cat of sorts, was most definitely a negative…thing. I’d even say evil. It was most definitely not
supposed to be in my room, so I grabbed it. At this point, I see the thing’s face, it looks right at me, and it has the most disturbing eyes. So, I
kind of panic, and I’m trying to make it disappear, I’m beating it and kicking it, then all of a sudden the dream shifts.
The cat is forgotten, and now I’m looking out the window. It’s storming outside, fiercely. As I’m looking out the window, it’s like the walls
and ceiling fade away, and all of a sudden it’s storming inside the house. I went out into the hall outside my room, and the wind and rain and
thunder were so strong I was just crouching with my arms over my head trying not to be hit by flying debris. Then it was all over and I woke up. I
haven’t had a dream about the house since then, but it was fairly recent.
Later that day, I went past the old house, and when I saw it, I noticed one thing about it, it looked…well, it looked sad, for lack of a better
term. It looked beat down, like it had…lost its spirit or something. It’s not the same place where I grew up any more, and that feeling that I got
from my dreams works its way into real life now when I think about that house.
I now feel like something terrible has happened in that house. It has changed ownership twice since we left it, and I know nothing about the current
I’m thinking about going over there this weekend and maybe asking the neighbors if anything strange has happened.
Does anyone have any thoughts? Advice? Similar experiences? Help interpreting the dreams? Or maybe even explanations for any of the things I
All comments are welcomed and appreciated.