Family Home

Date: 10/29/2016

I was a child version of myself, perhaps about 8 or 9. My younger siblings and parents where there also, about the ages they would be when I was 8. I remember we were driving, came over a hill and got out of a car in front of a large white house with a plain, flat open yard with no gate. we parked quite a distance away and I remember feeling a lack of any familiarity with this home. My mother happily Introduced this as our new house and I remember feeling as though this was fresh news to me. in the carpark there were a few other cars despite the lack of neighbours, we were walking when I heard a noise coming from a car; two teenagers were going at it in the front seat and my stepfather made a deal out of it, making everyone feel awkward but scaring the teens off none the less. I began to suspect the house was rented by students who hadnt been informed of the new occupants. Inside the house I went to my room only to find a naked, very pretty, woman who looked to be from India in my bed; I've never seen her before in my life. She apologised and told me she was waiting for 'Chris' the name of a intimate friend of mine. this distressed me and after that I woke up. the carpet in that house was also awful.