I have always been a massive fan of the horror genre.

I avidly listened to ghost stories year-round, but until I moved into this spooky house, I have never had anything paranormal happen to me.

I wasn't a believer, and I always assumed I wasn't a sensitive person, which may have been true until I had a body and life-altering experience.

Something.

I won't get into here, but I always believed this changed and helped me become more sensitive,

because that's when things started happening.

From the first week, I moved into this house, strange and scary things happened.

I never had nightmares before.

On the contrary, my dreams have always been surprisingly pleasant.

That is until a few days of being in this house.

A bit of context.

I previously described the place as the third house on a dead-end road.

The road in front of the house had a wide-off section into a dirt road that went to the right

and then there was a paved road that went to the left.

If you went up this driveway, the house would be to your left with a large yard in between

the driveway in the house.

To your right is a vast, detached garage, the kind that you could fit a semi-truck in.

Getting back to the story, I believe it was the third day it was at the house.

My roommate had a large basement room, and my room was upstairs. I'm upstairs in my room

sleeping, and I have this dream. Well, it's more like a nightmare. I'm not actually in the action

itself. It's more like I'm watching a movie. In front of me was this oversized, detached garage, and in it is some sort of thing,

like a witch or a ghoul of some kind. It had tattered black clothes hanging off of it,

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