[Dream] Room 228?
I was in the company of my friends Jessica, possibly Jenny W., among other faceless Asian girls (LOL), when we visited some rundown apartment building to visit... other friends, I think. We were looking for room 213 and even got the landlord to show us around. Randomly, he told us never to look into room 228. We asked why, but the landlord was really vague and said that there was something bad living there, and that no one was to even touch the doorknob.
I don't remember what happened next, but I do remember that the same bunch of us went to a traditional Japanese inn, except the room we were in was lined with long, rectangular, white plastic desks. I had a box open in front of me--because someone had delivered it to our room--with a CD and CD player inside.
The delivery person said that it came from the boyfriend of the person in room 228.
I was like, "WTF?" and grew slightly frightened. I was the only one who was, apparently.
Thinking it was just some practical joke, one of my other friends decided it would be a great idea to play the CD, despite my protests. I thought it was a very bad idea that would get us in the a huge heap of supernatural trouble.
She played it. On it was someone talking in a distorted voice with static in the background. After it was played completely through, I thought we were all gonna die.
I no longer remember the rest of the dream before I woke up, but I do remember that in that room, there manifested a presence that wouldn't leave us alone.
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I don't remember what happened next, but I do remember that the same bunch of us went to a traditional Japanese inn, except the room we were in was lined with long, rectangular, white plastic desks. I had a box open in front of me--because someone had delivered it to our room--with a CD and CD player inside.
The delivery person said that it came from the boyfriend of the person in room 228.
I was like, "WTF?" and grew slightly frightened. I was the only one who was, apparently.
Thinking it was just some practical joke, one of my other friends decided it would be a great idea to play the CD, despite my protests. I thought it was a very bad idea that would get us in the a huge heap of supernatural trouble.
She played it. On it was someone talking in a distorted voice with static in the background. After it was played completely through, I thought we were all gonna die.
I no longer remember the rest of the dream before I woke up, but I do remember that in that room, there manifested a presence that wouldn't leave us alone.
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