So apparently my mind had all the makings of a horror movie without me knowing it XD
Soooo weirdest freaking dream EVAR. Ok, maybe not weirdest.... persay, but definitely disturbing. I've had a dream about this house before. Same premise as this dream, same malevolent (possibly?) spirit by the name of Bartholomew, but with a totally different beginning. The last one started out with no reason, I was just there, and this ghost just kept fucking with me. This dream had more of a concrete reason around it, with a far more in-depth plot O_O.
Soo, with this one, I took a job as a daycare worker during the summer. Everything's going all good, but I know this house (even my subconscious was apparently remembering my last dream), and I have this very distinctive feeling that if I don't get out of this house by seven o'clock BAD SHIT'S GONNA GO DOWN. Turns out? I was totally right. Apparently part of the mythos for this story (which for some reason I ended up knowing, despite no one telling me of it XDD) is that this spirit (Bart for short) can only fuck with you if you're still in the house by seven o'clock, at which time, MANY years earlier, his life had went to shit, and he makes you re-live his last few hours with him. His wife had apparently committed suicide in the bathtub (wrists slit) and his son had been killed in short order afterwards. It's never clear if Bart was responsible for his son's death as well, after becoming insane at the sight of his dead wife, but everything's pretty much up in the air at this point (although he does kill himself after his sons death, so who knows).
So anyway, I'm just doing my job, and all the children have left FAR before seven o'clock, BUT I'm tricked into believing that one of the children is still there since I keep hearing laughter/running feet around the house. I know that all of the children have left, I KNOW it, because I've been keeping very close count, BUT I just can't convince myself that I didn't miss one. There's still one co-worker left (or so I thought, apparently that was the ghost fucking with my perception as well, since I later find out that I've been COMPLETELY alone in the house for some time) so I feel safer(ish) at being in the house looking for the child, despite the fact that EVERYTHING within me keeps telling me that I NEED TO GTFO before seven (I'm still not aware of the story, I just have the DISTINCT MIND-NUMBINGLY STRONG FEELING that I have to get out before then--dream me and subconscious dream me aren't aware of the same things XD).
So I search for hours, until the time clicks past seven, and all hell breaks loose. I keep catching glimpses of the young boy running ahead of me and down hallways, but he just keeps laughing when I call out for him to stop, too immersed in his playing. Later, I find good ol' Bart's wife dead in the bathtub, where she disappears after I run from the room, and keeps appearing randomly throughout the house, along with a barrage of other random bleeding dead people. I'm quickly losing my sense of well...anything at this point, but am still desperately trying to find the child. Soon the child's laughter turns to crying, and I'm freaking the fuck out because I know if I'm freaking out this bad from all of the dead bodies strewn everywhere (not to mention the other random horror movie cliches being played out) I can't IMAGINE what the child is experiencing, and I keep calling out to him that it'll be alright, and that I'm going to find him, and that whatever the fuck is doing this better fucking quit or I will rip their intestines (ghost or not) out their ass *direct quote, I kid you not*.
Tears are streaming down my face, and I run down the stairs, forgetting for a moment if I was running towards the child's voice again, or running FROM something that was after me, finding myself in the foyer. The front doors swing open, and I turn wildly towards the door, only to find Mom and Nick standing there. It's at that very moment that I know, I KNOW, that the child (and co-worker) were just illusions created by Bart. My face falls into a perfectly placid expression, and I walk from the house. We're picked up by a carriage (of all things), and i'm able to retain my complete calm (probably because I'm dead inside by this point xD), despite the fact that I become aware that the carriage is just another part of Bart's show, and that at the end of this ride I will see someone I love dead, in a tub, wrists slit. They will not be dead however, and the night will end by them pulling the carriage open, destroying the illusion. I had the distinctive feeling by this point that I had done this many MANY times. It played out just like I knew it would, and when mom opened the carriage doors, perfectly fine, I knew I had escaped Bartholomew. FINALLY.
However, the two people (a married couple) driving the carriage convince me that to finally get Bartholomew off my back for the last time, i would have to go back to the house and they would have to play out a play of sorts that would convince Bart that I wasn't his dead wife (apparently I look VERY similar to her, thus all the bullshit : him trying to get back at me for killing myself, I guess). We go back the next day, despite ALL of my trepidation (though I still have that deathly calm about me, so that's something), the couple bringing their baby with them. They start the play on the staircase, except they say an entirely different story about how the child was the bastard son of Bart and some other woman he slept with. I come to know a few things at this moment-1.For whatever reason, these terrible people have just sent me down the road, their beautiful baby with me, 2.Bart will never let that child leave, now that he's convinced that the child is his, and 3. There is no way in hell I'm going to leave the baby to die here in this terrible place, and as such, I was going to be trapped in this house, the same as the child. The end.
Yeah. /YEAH/. Most insanely in-depth/terrifying dream I've ever had. SCCCARRRYYY. I felt freaked out for HOURS after I woke up. If i ever have this dream again, Sam and Dean better be coming in soon after, or I WILL be shanking a Bart T_T.
Anyway, on to happy things ^___^. YOU GUYS HAVE GOT TO SEE STAR TREK V WITH ME!!! It's the best Star Trek movie I've seen so far (though the new one is right up there)! They give a TON of fan-service with moments that HAD to be made specifically to make a fangirl spazz. I very nearly screamed my love of Spock/Kirk/Bones BIGGAYLOVE to my mother while watching it XDD. I full out squeed at least fifteen times. It's fantasmic! Us three watching it would have the best commentary ERR HAD ^_^.