I dreamt that I was in my Grandmother's house and that it was haunted and she couldn't go into certain rooms, especially not the one on the fifth floor of a mansion she had gotten from a marriage. It was dark and really long hallways led to other rooms but we stuck to the staircases. We would go up to the fifth floor and try to coax out whatever was in that room. In the shadows there was something evil lurking and it would cause me great fear, but curiosity kept me wanting to see what was in the room. A little white half-eaten dog came out of that room, but we ran downstairs again. My grandma was afraid, but wouldn't leave the house. The pastor came to try and bless the house but whatever was in there was too powerful so he begged us all to leave. I went up there again and fought a demon or the devil, I don't remember the outcome. We ended up leaving the house in rafts or Kayaks or something over some really warm water.
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