My parents are the owners of the company and they travel a lot to make new deals. Last year I went with them to New York. My father's sister's son lives there, so we were going to stay at his house. On a plane I felt tired and fell asleep. I had a very strange dream…
I saw a place, where there were hundreds of people. They were looking at the huge screen. I was not able to see, what on it. There was one man in the crowd, who behaved strangely. He looked at the screen and started to feel sick. No one noticed that. People were acting nervous. The man looked around and went home. I was following him. When he got home, he went to the dining room and found a gun in the cupboard. He killed himself shooting in his head. I was shocked. But then I woke up.
The stewardess told us to belt up and after few minutes we were going out of the plane. There was a car waiting for us. My cousin couldn't come, but he told the driver to pick us up. I was surprised when I saw my cousin's house. It was very big and old. There were 30 rooms in that house and my cousin let me have my room on the top floor. One of the servants took my bags to my room. It was a large room, maybe the largest in the house. I looked through the window at the city and decided to pack my things out. Suddenly I heard a scary scream. I was terrified. I didn't know, what to do. I went to my mother and hold her about what happened. But she was not nervous. She said that I am simply tired and jet-lagged after the long flight and I need some rest. Although I was still scared, I went back to my room. I put my clothes to the wardrobe and want to the bathroom. I really felt tired, so I decided to take a shower. When I was washing my hair, suddenly hot water turned into icy cold. I went out of the cabin, took my towel and started to dry myself. When I suddenly looked at the mirror I saw something terrifying. There was someone else in the bathroom. I could see the man that I was dreaming of. He was standing just behind me. But when I turned around, I couldn't see anybody. I ran to my parent's room and told them about everything. But again they didn't care and told me to go to sleep. They didn't want to listen to me. I went back to my room and got to bed. I was very nervous so I couldn't fall asleep. Lying there and thinking about everything was like real torture. Finally I fell asleep. I had another awful dream. This time it was about a man without head. I woke up terrified. It was still dark. I was shivering. When I looked around the room, I saw the man without head standing by the window. I thought I would die. I couldn't even move my hand. I was looking at the man and suddenly I heard the horrifying scream. It was the same voice that scared me earlier. I covered my head with the quilt and after few minutes I looked out. The man disappeared. Although I was shocked and scared, I immediately fell asleep again. Early in the morning I went to my parent's bedroom and told them about all the adventures I had during the night. They didn't want to believe me. Despite that, they asked the servant if he knew anything about a man without head or the other one. He told us a story about the people, who used to live in this house before. It was possible, that the man without head was the ghost of the former owner of the house. He shot himself in 1929, aftere there was the crash on the Wall Street. My cousin bought the house on an auction a few years ago. The ghost usually doesn't scare anyone, because he stays in the room, where that man committed suicide. And it was this room, where I slept. After hearing this story me and my parents decided to move to the hotel…
It was definitely my most scary night.
