Free Regina by Mary Ann Moody

might be happening! Does
this mean the house exists too?
    I rubbed my eyes and took a sip of water. It
always helped to keep water on my bedside, I laughed at the
thought.
    I definitely wasn’t living in the house like
my dream suggested. After we moved in I looked in almost every
corner of this house, including Grandpa’s room and I’ve never seen
it, but that still meant the house existed and could be in Lee.
    Ohhhhh, I needed to stretch and get some
fresh air! I felt trapped in my tiny room. The house was air
conditioned but it didn’t work so well upstairs. Gathering my shoes
and journal, I opened my door and crept past my parents open room.
Thank goodness they were in deep sleep otherwise they might have
heard me. The stairs stayed silent as I went down them. Once I was
safely on the first floor, I hurried past the living room and into
the kitchen. Socks helped soften the noise of my feet as I walked,
so the floors didn’t betray me by making noise as I skidded across
them.
    Once I was safely outside, I made my way for
the patio under my window. The Texas summer breeze was amazing at
this time of night. Stars were blazing in the dark sky. I never saw
stars like this in New York. Taking a deep breath of the air, I sat
down in the chair. I began to feel good again as I sat outside.
Maybe if I write it down, I can shake the dream off?
    My dreams are getting stronger and stranger.
Much of my dream tonight takes place in the future – a future that
will happen?? I’m shopping in a mall but end up in ‘the house’. A
living/entertainment room on the second floor of a house with large
windows on the far right side. They open to a large wood deck and a
distinct tree line. The house is not haunted this time but full of
people. They are watching me and chanting some sort of voodoo
words.
    They’re wearing shiny, silky black capes
with hoods. I can’t see their faces or the color of their hair but
I think I know these people. I can’t get closer to see them clearly
because my legs and feet are tied up. This doesn’t worry me for
some reason.
    To my left, a man is holding a large silver
knife. It was beautiful as he stood in front of me and pushed it
into my chest. The red rubies were from the knife, not my blood
draining from me. What were those yellow things on the knife? I
guess it doesn’t matter now. The point is he stabs me with it, into
my chest and thru my heart.
    The pain feels real as I look into the face
of the man.
    It’s my father!!
    And though my dream ends, I’m left with a
lot of questions and fear.
    Am I going to live in this house one day??
It’s getting pretty creepy – I’ve dreamt of the house on many
separate occasions but never like this. Never has my father been so
evil in my dreams! Maybe that is my present mixing in with my
dreams?
    Once again, I shut the journal. It was almost
three in the morning, now. The Texas night was perfect with a crisp
breeze and lots of stars in the sky. I could hear the wind moving
the waters in the tank. If I listened to it hard enough, I could
pretend it was the ocean. As usual, I felt someone watching me,
possibly from the trees. They seemed to whisper to each other as
the wind blew. Still feeling shaken, I got up and made my way
silently back to my room. My first desire was to take Grandpa’s
keys and go for a drive. If the roads exist, then the house with
the room definitely does. I was pretty positive I would be able to
spot it if I came across it. But I threw the idea away, exhaustion
overruled my thinking. I made myself pick up my tired body and go
back to bed.
    I hadn’t gone two steps up the stairs when I
heard a laugh from the living room. I stopped and snapped my neck
down to view the room. Chills ran up my spine. No one was in here,
but I knew I heard it! The living room was dark but Grandpa kept
the lights highlighting the artwork lit, giving the room a warm
orange glow. Everything was quiet and still. I waited for a few
moments, searching for