Zipper

Mom and I were talking in her room when a big box starts to move. We think it's our cat, then it comes flying off the shelf and the cat was nowhere to be found. Mon and I think "demon" or ghost and then it feels like the air was being sucked out of the house. We both run the heck out the front door and I had goosebumps like crazy. After a while we noticed it was somewhat windy outside, so we thought maybe the wind had something to do with it. So we go back inside fearfully but everything seemed okay for a while until it started to happen again. This time I noticed my ceiling fan just stop unrealistically in its tracks. I was like "oh crap" and then that feeling overcame me again and I was like "nope, this isn't the wind" and ran out the house again feeling like I had experienced my first demon encounter and that the house was haunted and I didn't like it. Then it started getting weird and someone asked me a question about Skittles and Butterfinger candy and I was like "there is no butter and no finger in Butterfinger." Things get blurry here and I wake up.

What a way to end a dream about a haunted house. Start talking about Skittles and Butterfinger. lol