The Pier, The Pasta, and The House

Date: 9/17/2016

I vaguely remember a segment where I was fighting witches, running away from them and such. Also, skateboarding down a pier while Dean chased me on foot, and landing in the water feature halfway across because I was convinced I'd skate right over the surface of the water. Dean laughed at me, even though when I landed in it I had turned to him in delight, wanting him to join me. I ended up in an enemy house. All the rooms were dark and dingy. I stopped in a kitchen. The stove was pressed up against the wall by the door and I started to boil water in a huge pot, but I don't think there was anything in it. A boy who looked like an older version of Jack from Babies joined me, boiling his own water. In my mind he registered as Callum Harris and I couldn't get the image of his girlfriend Emily, made up to look like Harley Quinn, out of my mind. He started talking to me about how I'm cool and he's glad we're friends despite the age gap. I responded with "Well sometimes I forget you're like 12". He frowned at me and said "I'm not 12!" and I laughed, telling him it was a joke, but he just stormed off. And then the alarms went up and I knew that the enemy knew we were in the house. I exited the kitchen through the doorway, which had a thick heavy red curtain draped over it instead of a door. There was a corridor stretching away from me, and one running to my right. At the end of the first was another doorway, in which stood a silhouette that looked a lot like my cousin Jack, but I couldn't risk it and so took the other corridor. Good decision, probably, as he whispered something about 'children in the house' and the whisper reveberated off the walls, filling the whole house and my whole head. There was a door to my left leading to a bathroom, and I flung myself in and slammed the door behind me, sure someone was following. There was a lock on the back of the door, and I attempted to pull the bolt across but my sleeves were hanging over my hands and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't pull them to my wrists like I wanted to, and I couldn't get a grip through the sleeves.