My Nightmare

You ever feel physically terrified in your dream? That's what happened in this real nightmare I had. I'll never watch Law & Order: SVU again.

In a colonial times in a coastal village, there was a tall, dark, foreboding house, perched on a coastal cliff, owned by a mysterious, well-to-do family. During the night, a group of children are playing on the property, planning a prank. The children disappear, never to be heard from again. In the present, the house has become a tourist attraction. Even in daylight, the house is as black and dead as it ever was. The inside is even worse; a space where light and hope come to die. The basement reveals a long deserted torture dungeon. Rusted from disuse but still thick with ancient gore. The place where the children were kidnapped, raped, tortured, mutilated and killed so long ago. All believe the ghosts of these children haunt that house today. The descendants of the family, who still own the property and are still very well-to-do, insist to all that the crimes of their ancestors are long past. But in the end, the truth is revealed: it is not the victims that haunt the house, but the ancestors. And not only that, the "family" are not related by blood at all. Only those children who survive and show true potential can evolve from prey to predator and be adopted into the fold. The evil never stopped. The family is still preying, in life and in death.