Now this may look long, But when you acually read it, it’s not that long.

Okay so I live in a small Island, Newfoundland, One of Canada’s provinces. And In newfoundland all the old houses are called Saltbox houses, They were very popular in the 19th century. And lot’s of people still live in them today. One thing I don’t understand what people can do, Is live in them. Because they are old, and people died in them for sure. One of my friends lives in one, And 3 people died in it. So I would really hate to LIVE in one. My house is bran new, so No one died in it. I am terrified of ghosts. You will understand why I gave you these details when I tell you my dream. So anyways, In my dream I woke up in a strange bedroom I have never seen befour. It was dark, A candle was lit. So I got out of the bed and walked down the hallway. I heard strange noises thorughout the house, and I seen my dad, So I came up to him and asked him where the fuc/k we were, And he told me this was our new house cause we went bankrupt. So I was like, this house is so creepy I hear noises everywhere. So then I went to me mom’s room, And I seen laying on the bed, talking on the phone with a cigartte in her mouth, and I’m like, Why did this you move into this creepy old house? And she was just like, How is it creepy? It’s fine go back to bed, So I walked back down the hallway and walked past the bathroom, and there was blood pouring out of the shower head. So I ran to my dad yelling " THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED, WE HAVE TO GET OUT!!!’ But he told me I was being foolish, And once again, Told me to go back to bed. So at that moment, I felt cold arms wrapping arround me, and then I ran into my room. The house was a basement appartment, And no one lived upstairs. But when I went in my room, There was blood leaking from the ceiling and covering my bed, and the floor. So I ran into my mom’s room and told her, and she didn’t believe me and told me to go back to bed. So I argued with her saying I refused to live in the house. So when morning came, wich was right after that, I saw my friend outside and I ran out to see her. I told her what was going on and she said I could sleep in her neighbors camper because she knew them. So when I looked up at the house, It was an old saltbox house. It had broken windows, all the yellow paint was chipped off, Only a few parts were still yellow, Old wooden shutters. It looked horrible. And when I looked in one of the top windows, I see blood splat against it, Followed by somone face hitting it. So me and my friend ran inside and we tried to convince my parents that the house wasn’t safe, And they told me to go away.So that night my sister had her firend over and my sister also didn’t want to be in the house, And I told her about the blood, and the arms wrapping around me, and she got more scared then, Her and her friend slept in my bed. And I when night came I was standing in the kitchen with my mom, and I looked in her room, And blood was leaking through the roof, I yelled at her telling her to look in her room and she did. And she started screaming and told my dad and when He came the blood was gone. He told us we were crazy. I went to sleep in the camper that night and on my way there, I was too scared to look at the house and see what I might see in the windows. So In the morning my mom said she did some research on the house, and appearantly Old families lived there, But one family, would rent out the downstairs to other families, and stay upstairs, and go down and take the familie they rented out too, And skin them and cut them up and torcher them and eat them. And we lived in the downstairs, and there was always blood leakiong through the ceiling, wich would be their floor. So me and my mom tired to convince my dad that we needed to leave, and when I went in the living room, I saw old fashioned faded figures of people sitting on my couch. So we called a preist and he said that we needed to get the spirits out beucase the killers upstairs were evil spirits of the devil, and they were going to kill us and have some other family be left with our blood leaking through their ceiling. So the preist came and got the bad spirits out. But the old newfoundland family spirits were still there, We got the house done up nice and it looked pretty. But the thought of still having ghosts in my house scared the shi/t out of me, So I wouldn’t use the bathroom. So my friend pushed me in the bathroom and locked the door and told me i would befine. Then a tiny mini beaver crawled out of the toilet. And then I picked up the beaver and put it on a shelf. Then I woke up.
And It is acually an interesting dream. Think of it, As reading a horror story.
IF YOU ARE NOT GOING TO READ IT, DON’T FUCKIN/G BOTHER ANSWERING.

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