A Dream of the Past
The house was haunted. Every once in a while, I would see the previous inhabitants. The people, who seemed to be a family, wore clothes I would estimate to belong to the 1880s or 90s. They would appear and disappear like a hallucination, creeping in at the edge of my field of vision. Sometimes I would only catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye. Over time, they lingered and became more visible, more real. They were doing ordinary things: moving about, opening drawers, discussing mundane, everyday matters. Not everyone who entered the house experienced the haunting, but if they did, it could be dangerous. Apparently, I’m very susceptible to these things. There was danger in paying too much attention to the ghosts. If you interacted with them, they could take over your mind. If you connected with them too much, for too long, you could get sucked into their world and lose yourself. You could become one of them. The danger increased each time I made contact. The rule of the ho...