Haunted

had my oldest recurring nightmare last night (circa late 1960's) but it got upgraded! it was more terrifying than ever, wave goodbye to Hammer House of Horror, and move on to Steven King +, awoke at 4:45 this morn and wrote it down....(needs editing) "recurring nightmare from aged 12 from 'haunted' house we lived in" i return as an adult for the first time, and it is desolate, and looking a bit ramshackle, but the negativity is still alive, and intensifies as i make my way upstairs, gripped by fear, as i enter the soul of this dream. the top two attic rooms were always the problem, and after a while, not even my parents would venture up there. there was the L shaped room, which had been my sisters' and the small 'evil' box room, which my older brother had used, later claiming that him and some friends had held a seance there, and a ball of fire had come down the chimney (a disused chimney). but as i walk up the final flight of stairs, the top of the house has mutated, and grown dramatically in size, as the darkness seems to turn to an unnerving blackness. my torch flickers, as my fragile heart misses a few beats, as a surge of terror grips me, but i resist the urge to run. as my torch seems to dim further, i can make out the shape of a previous non-existent cave like chalk walled corridor, so begin to move along it, and at the end, there are some flickers of light reflecting on the walls, and i know this is not the house we had lived in all those years ago, but at the same time i knew it was. i wonder if i have entered some kind of portal to another world, or dimension, yet the sense that something intrinsically evil was awaiting me. i enter a large dimly lit chamber, and there are about half a dozen people there, some stood up, and others lounging on old moth eaten velvet chairs, all wearing clothes from a period long gone. they are mostly gathered around a large crackling spitting fire, flames spitting upwards and outwards, sending shadows of these entities onto the rough walls behind them. they all seem in good spirits, but their laughter is nasty and grotesque, and that they are laughing at my fear. i recognise a sense of foreboding evil which seems to permeate through every cell within me, and increases the terror. the man sat nearest to the fire, i sense is in charge of the others, he is smoking a long clay pipe, which he holds in one hand, and a glass of what i presume is brandy, in the other, and this he is swirling around the bowl of the glass, which reflects and distorts the flickering flames from the fire, as they dance within his glass. he then suddenly leaps up from his chair, and stares directly at me with his dark foreboding eyes and says "we've been waiting for you!" his soulless eyes seem to penetrate me, and i am now lost in complete terror, more than anything i have ever known, or could possibly of conceived. an ice cold chill runs through me, i feel as though my heart is about to explode, and then all of a sudden i am overcome with darkness, as i pass out.......😮

by Jemia