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The Dream House Visions and Nightmares
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     The Dream House Visions and Nightmares, received a best book rating at The Long and Short of it Reviews.            Recurring dreams of a house Hope Graham's family rented when she was a child, taunt her nights with images of a woman in a bloody nightgown pleading for help.  Dream sequences of children metamorphosing into rats, blood spewing out of windows, and walking across decaying bones, foretell of sins of the past and forewarn of danger in the present.  In an attempt to end the agony of her sleep deprivation, Hope travels to her hometown...only to discover that the truth can be more frightening than a nightmare.      
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     The Dream House Visions and Nightmares, received a best book rating at The Long and Short of it Reviews.            Recurring dreams of a house Hope Graham's family rented when she was a child, taunt her nights with images of a woman in a bloody nightgown pleading for help.  Dream sequences of children metamorphosing into rats, blood spewing out of windows, and walking across decaying bones, foretell of sins of the past and forewarn of danger in the present.  In an attempt to end the agony of her sleep deprivation, Hope travels to her hometown...only to discover that the truth can be more frightening than a nightmare.      

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Excerpt: The Dream House Visions And Nightmares, by Victoria Roder, Asylett Press 2009.

I looked up and down the dimly lit street.  There was no evidence of life.  Nor were there any sounds.  No dogs barking.  No horns honking.  No children playing.  Nothing.  I focused on the house-on its paneless windows, weathered boards and dilapidated porch sinking into a sea of overgrown grass and weeds-and nausea overcame me as an overwhelming moldy odor permeated the air.  The look of the house didn't make my skin crawl; it was the essence of it.

I watched the dilapidated house-it moved closer.  Perhaps it lured me to it.  I began to shiver.  I looked down at the white cotton nightgown that I wore.  Silk embossed flowers decorated the bodice.  I was still straining to hear a sound when I realized, blood had saturated my gown until it had become a second skin.

I felt a tug on my gown.  I looked down-Rae's hair cascaded over her face as she clasped my hem through the fence.  She pleaded, "Please, help me, please.  Can't you hear my children screaming?"

I struggled to get away...

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