For the past year or so, I have been having this same dream, night after night. It's me in my old house, my family is around but they aren't anywhere to be found; It's as though i know they are there, but i cant find them until later.

So like i was saying, I'm in my old house, upstairs and a downstairs. The downstairs has two bedrooms compaired to the downstairs suite which had one bedroom in the far corner.

As far back as i can remember as a child, two rooms in the entire house scared the living hell out of me. The bedroom and the storage room. The bedroom I can't tell you why cause I don't even have a clue why. The laundry room cause i was told monsters lived in there, and all grown up i still wont go in a laundry room at night.

But in the bedroom in my dream, i walk into the closet, and find a little crawl space. I get on my knees and crawl through because i know whats on the other side, Another house. Not like right next door or in front of another house, but far away from my actual house.

I walk through this house as though I have been there before, but there is a strange feeling every time I'm in there, it's as though someone is sitting on my chest, or i got winded and its heavy on my chest.

I continue through the house knowing what every room is, sitting down and doing something every now and again. As night comes i go to my room to relax and call it a night.

As i get into my room that pressure on my chest gets so heavy its as though my ribs are going to break. I know its a ghost or demon of some sorts, and i start saying what I've heard so many people tell other people to say "In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to go back to hell, and never come back". But i cant scream it, its as though i am horse and my words are coming out like whispers. and I'm not getting through.

I get out of the room scared to death, and i start talking to myself normally as if instantly my voice went back to normal, but I eventually feel it again, its an un easy feeling, it's like its not supposed to be there and i know it isn't, and I'm supposed to do something about it. But i cant.

I try to scream that out again and it goes horse again, i start getting paranoid and i wake up in a cold sweat.

This dream wouldn't scare me so much if I didn't have it every other night. It truly makes me sad.