New house

Date: 2/23/2019

We moved into an old house. I don’t know who I was living with, but there were maybe three of four other people. My room was small and updated in such a way that the charm of the old house was preserved, but the landlord cut corners with ikea like furniture. I found a door inside my closet and pried it open. On the other side was a room so immense I couldn’t believe my eyes. It appeared to have been some performance room, locked away for years and years. There was hot pink carpet covered in old sequins and small pieces of trash, and the ceiling was so high, I couldn’t properly see the top of it. On one wall was a pink neon light that said something in French, something I didn’t know. And a balcony that overlooked the whole city. Walls were falling in, and the whole room felt somewhat precarious, but we were thrilled. To the left, just before exiting onto the balcony was a small staircase leading up to a room - I thought maybe the room was some sort of tech or lighting room. I went up the stairs and pulled the door open and ran down the stairs quickly thinking spiders would crawl out. Instead, the remains of a person that had somehow liquified, spilled onto the floor. The only recognizable part left was a gloved hand. I ran back to my bedroom and then woke up before I found out what happened.