Standing in a farm style kitchen. Brown wood on the walls. A box in the mail that I open. It has a series of pictures. One of them is of an oblong smiley face that’s scrawled on the basement wall.

At that— I rush to the door to the basement to start doing the chain locks. But there’s an open window at the top of the door where a hand could snake out.

Didn’t see anyone but I hyperventilated into waking up.