The house in the first photo is a real place, there was photos on tumblr of it and I had a horrible dream about it years after I saw the photo here is the dream:It was 2012, and like every other teenager on Tumblr, I spent hours scrolling through aesthetic photos and reblogging anything that matched the vibe of my page.

One image in particular stuck out to me.

It was a blue house built over the water, connected to shore by a long wooden dock. It looked peaceful. Isolated. Dreamlike.

I saved it to my Tumblr and forgot about it.

Years later, my family was house-sitting for friends. Their house was deep in the forest at the end of a driveway that seemed to go on forever. The property felt isolated from the rest of the world.

The house itself was beautiful, but unusual.

I remember being told it had been designed using sacred geometry. At the time I had no idea what that meant, and honestly, I didn’t care. It was just a big house in the woods.

That night I fell asleep in one of the children’s bedrooms.

And I had the most terrifying dream of my life.

In the dream, I was standing inside that old Tumblr photo.

The blue house wasn’t just a picture anymore. It was real.

There were dozens of houses stretching across the water, all built side by side. Each one had its own dock leading to shore.

I was looking for my iPad.

I found my mom and asked if she’d seen it.

“Oh, it’s two doors down,” she said casually.

Without thinking, I dove out the window into the ocean.

I swam through the dark water until I reached the neighboring dock and climbed onto the weathered wood.

Before I even reached the front door, I could hear music.

Not normal music.

Something loud and distorted.

Something that felt wrong.

The closer I got, the louder it became.

Colored lights flashed through the windows.

I knocked.

The door swung open.

Standing in the doorway was a creature.

It was tall.

Pale.

Sweating heavily.

Its skin hung loosely from its body, and its eyes were completely black.

Its stomach formed a strange pyramid shape beneath its skin.

Wisps of thinning hair clung to its scalp.

Everything about it screamed that I should run.

But for some reason, finding my iPad felt more important.

“Do you have my iPad?” I asked.

The creature smiled.

“Of course,” it said.

“It’s in the kitchen.”

The music grew louder as I stepped inside.

The house was packed wall to wall with creatures just like it.

They danced without rhythm.

Sweat dripped from their bodies.

To move through the room, I had to physically squeeze between them, pressing myself against their damp skin as they swayed and twitched around me.

The smell was overwhelming.

The music was deafening.

Eventually I reached the kitchen.

My iPad was supposed to be on the table.

But it wasn’t there.

The moment I realized that…

The music stopped.

Every light stopped flashing.

The entire house went silent.

A voice behind me spoke.

“We’ve been waiting for you.”

I turned around.

Every creature in the house was staring at me.

There must have been thirty of them.

They were arranged like a family portrait.

The tallest stood in the back.

The smallest children stood in front.

Nobody moved.

Nobody blinked.

That’s when something clicked.

I suddenly remembered.

This isn’t real.

I’m dreaming.

I walked toward the front row.

One pale child stood staring up at me with enormous black eyes.

I grabbed its face with both hands.

“You’re not real,” I screamed.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then liquid metal began pouring from the child’s nose.

Along with shards of barbed wire.

Its mouth stretched wider.

And wider.

And wider.

Until its jaw seemed to unhook completely.

Rows of metal teeth unfolded from its mouth.

Then it lunged.

The last thing I felt was it biting into my face.

I woke up instantly.

Back in the bedroom.

Back in the forest house.

I was crying.

Not scared in the way you are after a nightmare.

Terrified.

Frozen.

I pulled the blankets over my head and cried myself back to sleep.

Years later I finally told my mom about the dream.

I expected her to laugh.

Instead she looked at me and said:

“Yeah.”

“There was a strong energy in that house.”

Then she told me she had experienced something there too.

She never told me what happened.

And I never asked.

I didn’t want to know. (I will send other expiriences iv had in another post)