Curiously, ever since those days - year after year - I've been having a recurring dream that, without exception, has been leaving me in cold sweat... I am entering an unknown dark basement that very much resembles the above mentioned one. The further I go, the darker it gets. Eventually, the darkness is so thick I can hardly see a door before me. Nevertheless, I come to it. Immediately, I start to sensing some sort of threatening evil behind them. Even so, I reach for the handle, start to open them and… I wake up. Every time I open this door I wake up!
As I already mentioned, the real basement had at least one of those chambers transformed into living quarters (a small bedroom) where one could spend a night. The very thought that someone actually would spend a night there gives me goose-bumps even now… But, let’s get to the crux of the matter, perhaps not even such a very big deal needing all this intro.
One night my mother decided she would sleep in that basement bedroom. Nothing really happened.- she slept like a baby. But, then, she woke up just to be stunned with what she saw. When she first opened her eyes she saw a white ceiling… completely covered by the heavy spider-web that hang off of it. The web was as dark as if charred.
Continues in Part 4. . .