Ghostly face

The Haunted House

   Dream Journal

MY OLDEST DAUGHTER, Sian-Ishah, was a giant. She was standing in the middle of the road. She was so tall she was able to touch the overhead electric cables. I shouted at her to stop because I didn’t want her to get electrocuted!

Our house had a back garden full of wooden sheds. Some were flat-packed and needed erecting. I was moving the sheds around for the best positions. At the end of the garden was a brick building. I entered it and found it was another house. It was dark with lots of curious objects. It felt possessed.

I heard voices upstairs. We were not alone. I went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted out. A ghost, the face of a screaming child, swooped down the stairs. I kicked it in the face.