Just woke up from a disturbing dream. I was in a big old building, like a hotel or a school dorm. Really big, old like monastic, stone walls and stained glass old. Old.
There’s a ghost in the dream, a spectre I’m aware of. I’m getting ready for bed and the lights are off and I hear the little ghoul. It’s a child. It’s a seven year old size ghost and I hear its little bare feet trot into the room. I see it out of the corner of my eye. It lingers at a door then goes into the next room, giggling, a creepy distant sound in the dark.
I don’t see it clearly enough to say if it looks like a boy or a girl, it’s a shimmery scampering thing is all. I don’t act as one should in scary dreams so, heart pounding, I follow it quietly. I can see it just barely, now crouching on the window sill. It’s a great big window with sills big enough to sit in, and heavy drapes. It’s giggling and clutching the drapes around itself. I still can’t really see it but out of the corner of my eye.
I flick on the light switch but the lights don’t go on. I run at it and grab it by the shoulders anyway. It grabs at my face but I wrap it up and hold its arms down. I cannot decide what to do with it and I wake up.