My dreams

I was staying at a property first owned by my aunt. This house had a tunnel in the basement that led to the basement of another house. The first house was very nice, multilevel, a little cluttered but homey. The second was dilapidated and destroyed for the most part. When I first started staying in my aunt's house I didn't know of that path but upon cleaning some things out down there, the path became apparent via a hatch that had a ladder going downward, leading into the tunnel. For some reason my aunt's home, the one she was living in, was being foreclosed upon so she asked me if she could stay with me in her rental property. I said yes, this is ultimately what led me to clean out the house in the first place. After I opened the hatch and peered into the connected home weird things started happening in the house but mostly I was seeing things out of the corner of my eye. Shadow people who only served to cause detriment to my mental faculties. I could tell they were making it their mission to drive me insane. At this point my aunt hadn't moved in yet and I was patiently waiting for their arrival because I didn't want to abandon the property, just for them to come here and be tormented by these same figures alone. Unfortunately, I lost my mind before they ever arrived. Lights would start flickering in the home, obscure giggles could be heard from within the walls, floorboards creaking in almost every room at any given time, as though there were people pacing back and forth in every single one of them. I tried to leave the house and all of the doors were barred shut. I tried breaking the windows but the glass felt like reinforced steel, nothing I did could seperate the pane from the frame. These figures eventually started creeping in, closer to my central vision. They weren't hiding anymore, they were showing themselves in plain sight, staying for a few seconds, and then dissipating. One particular instance frightened me beyond logical thought, it made itself apparent at the foot of my bed. I woke up in the dead of night to the sound of slight breathing. I knew there was something there because I could see it out of the corner of my eye but I was petrified, I couldn't turn around and face it no matter how hard I tried. I lay there, very poorly pretending as though I didn't see it and the more I did that, the closer the figure came to my central line of sight. I was laying on my side, facing the wall of the bedroom and it started walking toward the side I was facing. Very slowly. With every step the ground creaked, it sounded as though the boards were shattering into splinters with every step. Labored breathing could be heard and it got louder and louder as it encroached me. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend as though it wasn't there and when I did that, the breathing stopped and the footsteps faded. Prior to that I had been breathing uncontrollably, practically hyperventilating in fear and after about five seconds of attempting to get my breathing under control, I found myself back to neutral. Again, there were no sounds, and oddly enough I felt safe. So, slowly but surely, I decided to open my eyes. Not in the sense that I slowly peeked them open but in the sense that it took me several seconds to get the courage to open them as wide as I could. When I did that I saw a ghastly figure, one that I could not ever hope to describe, no matter how hard I tried. It's face was a void that consumed all in it's path, and it was staring directly into my soul. I locked eyes with it and in that instant my body was jolted alive. I was once too scared to move, too scared to even open my eyes. But now I was too scared to ever stop. Too scared to ever remove my gaze. I jumped out of my bed and I ran. Every step I took felt labored, as though the ground beneath me HAD splintered under the weight of its presence, every step I took felt like walking through shrapnel but despite this, I ran. I ran outside of my room, down the stairs and into the basement, every step of the way I could hear the.. thing.. whatever it was, behind me. Making some god awful, bloodcurdling noise. I could hear it's footsteps breaking the will of the floorboards it stepped upon. I could hear the incessant giggling following me in every single wall. I finally got to the basement and I climbed down the ladder in the hatch and sprinted to the other home. This tunnel was long. Much longer than I remembered it being. It was windy, sort of like a labyrinth but with no other possible directions to travel in. There was only the one path to take but even that was hopelessly confusing. The noises I heard prior were still present in this place except now the footsteps weren't splintering floorboards, it was crushing concrete. I never turned around to see this feat, I was too scared, but I could hear it's steps and I knew it's force. With every foot placement it made it felt like the Earth shook. I finally made it to the end of the tunnel and I climbed up the hatch into the dilapidated house. I kept running, and running. The footsteps of the thing sounded like it was speeding up and I was starting to slow down. I was taking no path that made any sort of logical sense, it truly felt like I had entered into another dimension. Every door led to some room i had never seen before so I decided to stop taking them. I ran up the stairs into the attic. All of the noise had reached a climax, the footsteps had never sounded so fast, so fierce. The giggling had turned into full blown manic laughter. The bloodcurdling sound had gotten so loud that I needed to hold my ears just to stop it from making me fall to my knees. I finally made it into the attic and as soon as I arrived, everything stopped. There was no giggling, there were no Earth shattering footsteps, no bloodcurdling noise. Only the sound of my labored breathing, and as soon as I had grasped my sanity back, a click? The light had turned on, but this light had no source? It was merely there. It had all of the common appearances of a lightbulb but there was no such thing. Needless to say I started to freak out. I began hyperventilating, I backed myself into a corner, squatted down and placed my head in-between my knees and started rocking back and forth, chanting "It's not real." To myself, over and over again. I was doing that for what felt like an eternity when all of the suddden my aunt and my cousin came into the room. They offered me help, they gave me water and they held me up as we left the house. They kept asking me what was wrong but I couldn't even explain it, for I knew not what "it" was. There were no words in the English language to describe what I had felt. What I had saw. What I had heard. We walked down the winding path and as we approached the ladder I looked at my aunt and said "I should have told you sooner, but I've been seeing people in this house. I think they want me dead, or I at least think they want me to want to be dead." And as soon as I said that, some unspeakable force dragged them both down the path, I heard very short, abrupt screams and then... nothing... for awhile. I devolved into the same state that they had found me in, cowering at the foot of the ladder. I never dared climb up. I never dared chase after them. I began to hear the giggling again and I woke up, unable to move. Facing the wall of the room and petrified to turn around and face what was behind me. Eventually I overcame that and turned around all at once. There was nothing.