Dreaming Of A Red Christmas

To start off, this activity occurred a few weeks ago, around the start of December. I've only just now gotten around to writing it down. A lot of this ties back to another thing I wrote, Childhood Ghosts. I'd advise you read that first before you read this. It'll make a bit more sense.

When I was a child, I use to have dreams of a First Nation's village burning down. Recently I've had to go back to my old place to tie up some loose ends. Plus it's been almost four years and I still haven't finished moving the rest of my items to the house I'm living in now, and I kind of need my things. I spent about a week and a half there, and in that week and a half, I had a recurring dream, and perhaps a ghost (?) that still bothers me a bit.

The dream starts off with a little wooden house, and it's brightly lit. It's snowing, and it just feels peaceful. To me, it felt like it was Christmas. I blink, and then everything is different. The lights aren't on anymore, and it's stopped snowing. Walked inside, and it's horrifying. From what I saw, it looked like a family of three (father, mother, and a baby) was killed. I never saw their faces, I just saw their bodies and the insane amount of blood. It honestly looked like someone took an axe to these people. The crib was the worst. I never looked in, but I could see the bloodstained blankets. I stood there for a bit listening to the wind and the dripping of what was most likely blood, then I'd wake up.

Just a small note, my old place had a huge yard and several old buildings. But, down the road was my grandpa's field that actually connects to my yard. That's where he'd put his cows for the winter, and there was an old building that was falling apart that my grandparents called the Anderson House. I still don't know why, but according to grandpa, it's been there as long as he can remember. And it looked freakishly like the house from that little dream of mine. I've never gone into the building. There were way too many spiders for my comfort. It's also winter up here in Canada, so there probably weren't any spiders. Being the dumb teenager I am, I went in. I don't even know how to describe it, but I got the weirdest feeling ever. I felt like any second something was going to get me, I just didn't know what. Personally, I think I was just freaking myself out.

Towards the end of the week, I was back at grandpa's field feeding his herd of cattle for him (he's pushing 85, and farming is pretty hard on him. He's just to damn determined to quit) and someone was there. To be honest? It looked like some guy had waltzed right out of a black and white film. He was just standing in front of the Anderson house and just staring at me. I have no idea how long we stared at each other before he was just gone. I blinked, and bam. No more ghost.

I've got no idea what to make of this. Perhaps it was the man from the murder scene? Maybe just some lost soul? It can't be a coincidence, but I've got to wonder why now? I'd only been back for just over a week and weird things were happening? Especially since the last weird dream I had was many months ago, and the only spirit activity I've encountered lately is some shadow that enjoys the corners of my basement. It's really weird, and I'm not sure what to do.