Shadow child leads me upstairs to a never-before-seen room, panic attack, woke up at 6:16 am. (TW mentions of SRA.)

For timeframe, this dream happened a couple years ago. Mods, if this is too much, even with the TW, give the word and I will remove this post.

I had a nightmare that I was going upstairs to go to bed, then noticed there was a small shadowy figure sitting on the living room floor. It had the frame of a child, playing monopoly by itself. I sat across from it and asked, “Can I play too?” To which there was no response, just silence. It eventually lifted its head from looking at the board and I could feel its ’gaze’ like it was looking through me.

The shadow-child asked, “Can I show you something?” And I said Yes. It stood up and led me to the staircase. On the first platform there was no floor, just empty space. It walked up no problem and went past the platform, waiting on the next step and turning to look at me. I went to follow it, but as I turned in the stairwell he was gone. It was eerily quiet.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket to turn on the flashlight, but it was stuck on a permanent image of me grinning at the camera. I’ve never taken a picture like this irl. Beginning to walk up the stairs, I could see that where there would usually be an octagon window on the wall, there was now instead a doorway. I walked up the stairs and opened the door, which was to my right.

I slowly opened the door… And what I saw haunts me to this day.

(TW mentions of SRA)

I was looking into the bedroom of my ex’s father, and the sight was vile. I’m not going to go into explicit detail. I’m sure anyone reading could get the gist.

His twin brother was sitting on his right shoulder, my ex’s mom sitting on his left. They looked like morbid, twisted versions of children. The twin brother was morbidly obese and had facial hair.

Sitting on his lap was the family friends’ baby who he was always eager to babysit, except passing on the responsibility of doing so solely onto my ex.

My phone began flashing on and off. The image of my grinning face still present. My ex’s dad said, “Why are you here?” And my phone shut off. For some reason, my phone shutting off made me start having a panic attack. Like my phone was my only security, and now I had none.

I began hyperventilating and walked backwards, telling him to stay away from me. Then, without thinking, I walked too far backwards and began painfully tumbling down the staircase.

Where there was an empty space in the floor, I fell through, and woke up.

The time was 6:16 am. I had only slept for a little over twenty minutes.

For context my ex’s father came from a line of freemasons, and was the victim of SRA. My ex was the victim of SA from her older brother. Her father is fine with telling everyone he meets the stories, even against his own daughter’s wishes, so me mentioning that story here would not be anything out of the ordinary for them.

There was a brief peace in that empty space.