Ghost Teacher #111
Ghost Teacher #111
Mr. Smith once told me that sometimes dreams have a way of revealing things to use, either about ourselves or the world around us, and the dream I had after visiting that house was little of both.
I recall the beginning, like a prologue to a greater tale waiting to be told, the many rooms places this tale could take you if you chose. If I dreamt of me entering the house I do not recall. In the middle of the house, I began this dream, at least as much as I recall how the dream began.
Sounds were coming from all directions like layers of sound overwhelming your senses. I could isolate a few sounds but mostly it was like a tidal wave of sounds. I could hear cats. I could hear people laughing. I could hear a dish breaking, maybe a cup and saucer falling to the floor.
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