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Chewing Glass In A Haunted Mansion
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Apr. 6th, 2007 | 03:35 am
location: Bedroom @ Home
mood: 
bouncy
music: "Baby Satan" by Dog Fashion Disco
Yesterday when I woke up I remembered my dream... How could I not?! It still felt like there were glass shards in my mouth & a raw feeling all the way down my throat. It was 1:28pm & I had to write down everything I dreamt. Here's the dream:
I was living in an old Victorian mansion with 3 room-mates (2 girls & 1 guy). We were renting the price for a real cheap rate. The odd thing was that I had dreamt of this house before. I could remember living there previously with Ericka & her parents while I was going to high school. The layout was the same, just the decorations were (of course) different.
I was talking with my mom on the phone, pacing in the entry way. The sun was shining in through the windows yet the house seemed chilly. Could've been an air conditioner but I doubt it. The house seemed to have too many dark corners & shadows for a "normal" place. After I hung up the phone, 1 of my female room-mates descended the stairs & asked me if I was going to make dinner. I said I didn't care; I'd do it if she wanted me to. She shrugged & went into the kitchen. Then there was a knock on the front door. I opened the door & saw 2 men in suits; they asked if they could come in & ask a few questions. I didn't have anything else pressing to do & said I didn't care. I felt curious as to what the "questions" were going to be. I let them in & introduced myself. They, in turn, introduced themselves as ghost hunters & wanted to know if the rumors were true, that this house was haunted. Hesitant at 1st, I knew it was in fact haunted but my room-mates didn't have a clue. So, I told (the other female room-mate) to go get the gentlemen drinks & waited until she left the living room. She did & I began telling my previous encounters with the ghosts of the house. I knew where (in the house) the spirits would bother me & haunt so I stayed away from those areas. The places that were the worst were the upstairs bedrooms (2 that used to be children's), the basement in the farthest away from the stairs, & a parlor room that was connected by a door to the living room. The men asked why I would live here knowing that it was haunted & that the spirits weren't kind ones? I replied that the rent is cheap, I love the Victorian architecture, & my friends didn't know about it being haunted. "I'm fine, as long as I don't go in certain places, really!" I added. By this time I figured my room-mates have heard the conversation & didn't care, I was tired of keeping a secret. The 2 men & I continued talking, I told them of my times living there with Ericka & of all my encounters with the houses ghosts & spirits. All the while, the men were excited, writing down notes, & recording everything that was spoken. 1 of the ghost hunters asked me of my prior knowledge of ghosts before living here the 1st time. I said I didn't even believe in ghosts & had never seen any before coming to this house. He seemed pleased at my response but I don't know why, odd though. After (it felt like) 2-3 hours of talking & questioning the men asked if they could bring in their camera crew & look around the house. I made sure my room-mates gave the go-ahead, tidied up the house, & the 2 men started bringing in equipment. I stood back, out of the way, amazed at the whole situation. They (crew & all) filmed, looked, explored, & used some high tech gadgets for about an hour. My room-mates & I begun feeling uncomfortable & grumpy about the intrusion. I wanted the crew to get out of our house! So, I interrupted the camera guys & 1-by-1 escorted everyone out of the house. I said "I hope you got everything you needed but now is the time to leave! I can't have our lives bothered anymore!!!" "We understand, thank you for your time." the ghost hunters curtly said. They were disappointed but left (like sad dogs with their tails between their legs). I felt cranky & slammed the door closed. As I turned around I felt a cold breeze waft my face. Suddenly I had chips & small shards of glass in my mouth! I spit into my hand to find the glass was clear except for a bit of my blood on the pieces. Rushing to the nearest garbage can, I continued to try & rid my mouth of the glass. The last thing I remember was my room-mate watching me in twisted horror. I knew I was trying to be silenced by the angered ghosts & spirits of the house!
I was living in an old Victorian mansion with 3 room-mates (2 girls & 1 guy). We were renting the price for a real cheap rate. The odd thing was that I had dreamt of this house before. I could remember living there previously with Ericka & her parents while I was going to high school. The layout was the same, just the decorations were (of course) different.
I was talking with my mom on the phone, pacing in the entry way. The sun was shining in through the windows yet the house seemed chilly. Could've been an air conditioner but I doubt it. The house seemed to have too many dark corners & shadows for a "normal" place. After I hung up the phone, 1 of my female room-mates descended the stairs & asked me if I was going to make dinner. I said I didn't care; I'd do it if she wanted me to. She shrugged & went into the kitchen. Then there was a knock on the front door. I opened the door & saw 2 men in suits; they asked if they could come in & ask a few questions. I didn't have anything else pressing to do & said I didn't care. I felt curious as to what the "questions" were going to be. I let them in & introduced myself. They, in turn, introduced themselves as ghost hunters & wanted to know if the rumors were true, that this house was haunted. Hesitant at 1st, I knew it was in fact haunted but my room-mates didn't have a clue. So, I told (the other female room-mate) to go get the gentlemen drinks & waited until she left the living room. She did & I began telling my previous encounters with the ghosts of the house. I knew where (in the house) the spirits would bother me & haunt so I stayed away from those areas. The places that were the worst were the upstairs bedrooms (2 that used to be children's), the basement in the farthest away from the stairs, & a parlor room that was connected by a door to the living room. The men asked why I would live here knowing that it was haunted & that the spirits weren't kind ones? I replied that the rent is cheap, I love the Victorian architecture, & my friends didn't know about it being haunted. "I'm fine, as long as I don't go in certain places, really!" I added. By this time I figured my room-mates have heard the conversation & didn't care, I was tired of keeping a secret. The 2 men & I continued talking, I told them of my times living there with Ericka & of all my encounters with the houses ghosts & spirits. All the while, the men were excited, writing down notes, & recording everything that was spoken. 1 of the ghost hunters asked me of my prior knowledge of ghosts before living here the 1st time. I said I didn't even believe in ghosts & had never seen any before coming to this house. He seemed pleased at my response but I don't know why, odd though. After (it felt like) 2-3 hours of talking & questioning the men asked if they could bring in their camera crew & look around the house. I made sure my room-mates gave the go-ahead, tidied up the house, & the 2 men started bringing in equipment. I stood back, out of the way, amazed at the whole situation. They (crew & all) filmed, looked, explored, & used some high tech gadgets for about an hour. My room-mates & I begun feeling uncomfortable & grumpy about the intrusion. I wanted the crew to get out of our house! So, I interrupted the camera guys & 1-by-1 escorted everyone out of the house. I said "I hope you got everything you needed but now is the time to leave! I can't have our lives bothered anymore!!!" "We understand, thank you for your time." the ghost hunters curtly said. They were disappointed but left (like sad dogs with their tails between their legs). I felt cranky & slammed the door closed. As I turned around I felt a cold breeze waft my face. Suddenly I had chips & small shards of glass in my mouth! I spit into my hand to find the glass was clear except for a bit of my blood on the pieces. Rushing to the nearest garbage can, I continued to try & rid my mouth of the glass. The last thing I remember was my room-mate watching me in twisted horror. I knew I was trying to be silenced by the angered ghosts & spirits of the house!