"That's enough Ryan. Let your dad go make his report. He has a big meeting this morning."
"I'll be home later today son and you can tell me all about this strange dream you had ok."
No one was going to believe anything I said. I had to stop speaking before they start thinking I was crazy. Mom asked about it again later that day but I didn't want to talk about it. She suggested that it was the stress from the previous day that gave me such a scary dream. I wanted to believe her but it was just too real.
Later in the day, mom was in the kitchen learning new recipes for Christmas from a cookbook she found. She asked me to be her taste tester. But I wasn't so interested because something else was on my mind. I told her that everything was good just so that I could entertain her and get out. I wanted to know now what were in those rooms upstairs and why they had been locked. They were the only rooms that were locked in the house. Nobody else seemed to even care.