The One With The Scary Game at my Old House

So, I’m at my old house, the one I lived in when the family was all together, before my parents got divorced. I’m standing on the stairs and there are a couple of people with me. Although I never see or hear them, I know they’re there.

I’m standing on maybe the third or fourth step of the stairs and am looking down into the hallway, towards the front door. There’s a grandfather clock on the right hand side of the hallway and I can see the front door is a solid wooden one, not the glass-in-wooden-frame one we had when I lived there.

Then I jump down from where I’m standing, take a few hurried steps towards the front door and immediately start thumping the wall, about seven feet up to the left of the door. It’s no surprise to me that after a few thumps, the secret compartment, previously invisible beneath the wallpaper, springs open and I reach in to grab the ‘clue’ that’s hidden there. It’s a piece of paper with some instruction written on it. I never get to see the instruction, but I still shout what we should do, to the others.

After what I can only describe as a prolonged feeling of panic and tension, I find myself back in the hallway. This time I’m facing the wall opposite the grandfather clock, with the front door on my right. Again, I start thumping the wall, about seven feet up, and once again, a secret compartment springs open. I reach in and pull out the ‘clue’. This time I do get to read it properly and it says, ‘Asking the same question more than once will result in multiple possible answers’. I have no idea what this means but decide to fold the piece of paper up and put it in my pocket.

Then I wake up. All the way through the dream, even though I never saw anyone or heard any other voices, I recall there was a constant threat in the air. It was pretty clear that me and my unseen colleagues were trying to work out how to escape from where we were by solving riddles and following the ‘clues’ that we were hunting for. I was also surprised that I recalled what was written on the second ‘clue’ so precisely, as those types of things are usually just vague or blurred memories by the time I wake up and come to write them down.