Went back to secret old abandoned house I had discovered. This time I took Dad and CJ with me. It was somewhere behind the university, cloaked among trees and swooping acres. Ornate furnishings, antique, still tasteful. Lampshades with fringes, plush chairs, carved woodwork. Many levels, narrow doors that lead to narrow stairs that go to more secret places, further up and deeper in. I notice that someone has been turning lights on, and I go back through the front rooms turning them off. Were not really supposed to be here. On my way back to the room Dad & CJ are in, I get a glimpse of the darkened, slate-blue kitchen. It gives me a chill just looking at it. I say to them, If you really want to see something creepy, go check out the-- Then I look again, from its second doorway, the one that opens into this room. There is a huge loaf of bread in there, overturned in a pan on the floor in front of the great oak table. There are more loaves of crusty bread arrayed on the kitchen counter. And some empty goblets. What the hell? Who has been here? The chills come back to me now, even thinking about it. I am getting ready to take Dad & CJ up one of the narrow dark staircases, because I want to show them something I found here before. It is about halfway up the stairs, I think (though as I tell them about it I realize Im not so sure exactly where it was), and inserted into a little hollow in the wall, where some of the plaster is gone and the lathe shows through. It is a little chip of some sort, in texture like shell or glass, and when I held it once before it produced some sort of a hologram. A woman, a young woman with full face and dark hair, telling me something but I cant remember what. It was in black and white. I say were going to have to go through water to get there. But it is decided, I cant remember by whom, that we should keep at least some of our clothes on. Dad puts his back on, I find my sweatpants and put them on, suddenly realizing how uncomfortable being naked in here had been making me. Just as were getting ready to go upstairs, I hear a choked, muffled scream from somewhere higher up and deeper in. Dad says we should just forget about it and leave, and goes off back in a lighted closet, messing around with his boots or something. Chris is just sitting there on a table. I say we cant just ignore it! I advance a few steps toward the kitchen, and try to yell, but it comes out barely talking. Hey! I try again, a little louder this time. The scream sounds again, this time it sounds like a baby squalling. Then, Whos there? comes a womans voice! I turn to Dad & CJ, Why arent you helping me? I say over and over, forcing my voice to work. Please help me! Then I begin to get really scared, the whole place is just working on me, theres something not at all right about it, and I say, trying very hard to make my mouth enunciate the sounds, Ann, please wake me up gently but firmly. Then I feel her forefinger tap me three times on the forehead, and I wake up, chilled, and move against her in bed. She seems to be sound asleep.