House Of Missing Little Girls

Again, this is a dream, yet not a dream. It is upsetting and I don't know why. I was at a place - a place that had green fields and lots of green grass that was very, very cold with crispness to the air and yet it was sunny. There were abandoned houses everywhere - some had new residents in them whilst others hadn't. Most people living there were poor, drug addicts or were mentally instable. Society didn't take much notice of them. I visited a family that sold eggs and beer as a way of making some money, and whilst I was visiting them I saw an old man with a baldhead and a big white beard with about 5 little girls, ranging in ages from 4 years to about 9 or 10 years. There were 5 little girls to be seen at all times, but I knew there were 6. They all wore dresses, but no shoes, even though it was cold. Their dresses even some times had short sleeves. They all seemed dreamy and happy and were playing outside. Then the old man would call them inside. So I went to visit them and wanted to chat to the little girls. As I asked one a question, she turned around and looked straight through me, like she was blind but still could see. All of the little girls' eyes were totally glazed over; they had this faint smile on their face and a paleness I cannot explain. I went inside the house and knew that on the left hand side of the house there was the old man's bedroom. I went in through the front door, walked through a living room and a bathroom and opened the door of the man's bedroom. Something was happening-something horrible, but the little girl was totally silent. I saw it, but when I try to remember what it was my head burns and tears come from my eyes - I only know it was truly a horrifying scene. Then, I saw the man somewhere else, like another room, and he was wiping his hands dry. All the while it was like I was there and yet I wasn't. I wanted to go back to the man's bedroom to search for the little girl, but when I entered his room, I knew she wasn't there. I also knew there was a hidden room next to his room and that this room had something to do with her. Then the man was coming back and I tried to get out. I saw his face - it was red and pulled in a way that was terrifying. His room had a cupboard and a small window in it. As I got out the house, I looked back and saw him coming outside, calling the little girls and wiping his hands. I knew one of the girls was missing. I never saw their skin colour, just their glazed over eyes and hair colour. There were two or three blondes, a brunette or very dark haired little girl and one with reddish or strawberry blonde hair. There were one, maybe even two more little girls around that I never saw. Nobody expected this man of anything. They were in these fields with long grass in a remote area. And people were looking for these girls in all the wrong places. No one thought of looking for them here. Some people even thought the girl they were looking for was dead.

This man has a big belly, is elderly. He comes across as very jovial and friendly - very trustworthy. No one knows where he lives. The girls always play at this dilapidated house in a trance-like state: half-drugged, half-asleep, half-dreaming.

The key lies in the hidden room and the cold crisp air and sunny blue skies and long grass.

Someone must do something- something horrible is taking place.