Sunday, 9 January 2011

Ghost house

I stood outside of a house with white walls. This was my new home. I walked inside and I was immediately frightened of the darkness that was within. I didn’t have anything with me so I just wondered amongst the old furniture.
Then, I could hear a scratching coming from a closed door. I approached the door (but my mind was screaming for me to leave) and opened it. There was a corridor and I could not see the end of it for the darkness. I became aware that something lurked beyond the threshold so I walked down the corridor into the dark. I could not see anything but I could hear something awful- like a deep, rasping intake of breath. I found a box of matches in my pocket and struck a match. There, in the flickering light was a huge black dog. An omen. It’s deep brown-red eyes stared into me. I reached out to touch the dog but it faded into smoke. The fire from the match went out and I was left in the darkness.


  1. how terrifying! what happened next?

  2. It was a dream so it just stopped there. :)

  3. Dogs, particularly black dogs, are psychopomps in folk lore.

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