I used to have much more pleasant recurring dreams with her son, my grandpa, where we’d just sit on his couch and chat. Then last year in the last dream I had of him, he said he had to go and that I wouldn’t see him again. He also told me he was proud of me and that he liked my wife. And I hugged him before the dream ended.

Sure enough, those dreams stopped coming. I wish the evil house ones would too.

The weirdest thing is that my last dream of my grandpa happened around the time my brother’s son was born. It’s not hard for me to ponder every now and then that my grandpa chose to reincarnate. It’s all rather spooky