Last night I had a dream about the house that I spent most of my childhood in. I dream about this house a lot, and it’s always abandoned. Often we’re trying to move back there, in secret.
But this dream was very different from the usual type that takes place in this empty childhood house.
In this dream, we found out something about the house that we did not know about when we lived there. Apparently, long ago, the body of a man who had lived there was found. He had committed suicide by hanging.
Then we finally knew why there was a heavy spirit in the house when we lived there.
And why something about the structure of the rooms felt so oppressive.
We were glad that we had left it behind.