I just had a great scary dream. In it, my family had recently acquired a large property (haunted, natch) and the ghost within it was driving my family (but not me, right? Ha.) insane-- they were trying to kill me. We got into knife fights and wrestling matches, etc., but I subdued them all one by one and made them leave the house, guessing that they would stop being bat-shit crazy and return to their normal crazy state.
At one point during all this action and mayhem, I was chased by three gigantic ferocious possessed dogs! I ditched them by throwing furniture at them, which (as giant ferocious possessed dogs are wont to do) they mindlessly attacked and savaged, allowing me to run away. Seeya!
For a while, I thought the spirit was driving me crazy-- there were all these scary moments where the spirit was talking to me by spelling cryptic phrases in the dust covering mirrors, sending me on little investigations around the house, that sort of thing.
I eventually deduced that the spirit was the ground's former caretaker; he'd been killed by the former owner in the 30s or 40s (judging by her painting and sculpting style-- she was an artist), and never buried. She was obsessed with him, and kept casting his torso for sculptures, these torsos were everywhere.
The stupidest part was that once I contacted him, he would whisper to me through the headphones I DJ with. In my dream, I just wore my headphones around for no reason, other than to speak with the dead. I would be talking to someone and hed chime in, Id be all, hold on a second, like Id just gotten a phone call.
The ghost directed me to the containers that held his worldy remains-- he'd been hacked into pieces (with an axe, I assume) and stowed in the cellar.
When I announced my intention to give the man a proper burial (and silence his long-suffering spirit), the current groundskeeper was puzzled. The man had been buried years ago. How was this possible?
With all the energy of the newly-mad (I did just beat up all my cousins and speak with non-corporeal spirits), I dug up the gravesite and found pig-bones buried where his body was supposed to be! That dastardly woman chopped her groundskeeper up, and buried a pig in his grave! No wonder he was still around.
I wanted to get rid of her paintings and the other artifacts of her wicked life (which were still common in the house), but she was really talented. It is hard to destroy paintings you like, so I was kind of half-assing my exorcism, hoping that the artwork wasn't itself haunted. Ill let you know how it turned out when I go back to sleep.
At one point during all this action and mayhem, I was chased by three gigantic ferocious possessed dogs! I ditched them by throwing furniture at them, which (as giant ferocious possessed dogs are wont to do) they mindlessly attacked and savaged, allowing me to run away. Seeya!
For a while, I thought the spirit was driving me crazy-- there were all these scary moments where the spirit was talking to me by spelling cryptic phrases in the dust covering mirrors, sending me on little investigations around the house, that sort of thing.
I eventually deduced that the spirit was the ground's former caretaker; he'd been killed by the former owner in the 30s or 40s (judging by her painting and sculpting style-- she was an artist), and never buried. She was obsessed with him, and kept casting his torso for sculptures, these torsos were everywhere.
The stupidest part was that once I contacted him, he would whisper to me through the headphones I DJ with. In my dream, I just wore my headphones around for no reason, other than to speak with the dead. I would be talking to someone and hed chime in, Id be all, hold on a second, like Id just gotten a phone call.
The ghost directed me to the containers that held his worldy remains-- he'd been hacked into pieces (with an axe, I assume) and stowed in the cellar.
When I announced my intention to give the man a proper burial (and silence his long-suffering spirit), the current groundskeeper was puzzled. The man had been buried years ago. How was this possible?
With all the energy of the newly-mad (I did just beat up all my cousins and speak with non-corporeal spirits), I dug up the gravesite and found pig-bones buried where his body was supposed to be! That dastardly woman chopped her groundskeeper up, and buried a pig in his grave! No wonder he was still around.
I wanted to get rid of her paintings and the other artifacts of her wicked life (which were still common in the house), but she was really talented. It is hard to destroy paintings you like, so I was kind of half-assing my exorcism, hoping that the artwork wasn't itself haunted. Ill let you know how it turned out when I go back to sleep.
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Seriously, fuck with Apollo, and we end you.