New devil

Date: 6/24/2018

In my dream I was riding around town on a bike with a friend when suddenly we got to this house, it was an old colonial rehabilitation for kids with disabilities and illnesses. My friend wanted to go inside but I was very skeptic as there had been a murder in the house fairly recently, and a drug bust in the 70s. So we went to the police station to find out more about the crimes that had taken place. We asked a sheriff if he knew anything on the cases and he showed us a large file. We learned that a nurse [who was the only one on duty at the time] killed a child out of a anger one Halloween night for not being able to go up the stairs due to her disabilities. The killer was wearing a golden mask with feathers out the side. And when trick or treaters came to the door, instead of the usual knock they just opened it to discover the lifeless body of their friend. The nurse tried to chase down the kids but there were simply too many. They got away to report the crime. The nurse (whose name we now know is Alex) went downstairs through this fairly hidden door. Downstairs was a very dark place with green and red lighting as you went along. Although the house was big, this downstairs was huge, seemingly going on forever. Alex spent weeks underneath this rehab, finally turning herself in for reasons unknown. The drug bust we learned about was a grown man who worked in the cafeteria at the rehab putting heroine into all of the kids and staffs food resulting in plenty of deaths. The man hid underneath the rehab just as Alex did, both knowing this secret hideaway into the downstairs. Deciding we’d heard enough, my friend and I left the station despite the fact that the file on the house was much bigger than we previously had known. We drove past the house and I looked inside to see a green light. Which was strange, because the rehab had been shutdown for many years. I decided I did in fact want to search the house. I went in with my friend, Darla. We walked around a bit. The upstairs was full of single bedrooms with kids toys and games on the floor. The downstairs contained a common room, a large cafeteria that was lit green, and a hallway leading up to the stairs. We went to the hallway, which was also green, and looked around. I felt very uneasy as I knew this was the place a child was killed years before. I looked down to notice a small door, I knew it was the door Alex and the cook must’ve taken into hiding. I pointed it out to Darla. Immediately she decided we had to go down there. So we did, it was a winding staircase into a well lit hallway, the lighting of course, green. We walked down a little bit. The further we got down the more my skin hurt and I wanted to throw up. It was a burning feeling, as though I was under a hot light, but when I looked at my skin it wasn’t even reddening. We came to a table in the hallway and found notes, all signed by Alex herself. There were drawings of large circles with dots, some of the circles were filled with dots, some empty. I picked up one of the notes and in print it had “my soul has left my body and I can’t seem to find it”. I didn’t know what to make of it. I looked at another, “I’m gonna take over soon”. I put down the note and backed up. Darla, next to me, started laughing maniacally. She looked at me and told me she was going to lead this place next. I watched as she ran down the never ending hallway. I yelled her name to stop but she was too far away. I decided there was no way I could follow her. I left the house, months seemed to past and I hadn’t heard or seen Darla. I went by the house to see them tearing it down, saying that there was no use for it anymore, and in its place they were going to put in two new house. Then I woke up.