what is the scariest place you have ever dreamed?

It was late, and we had just moved into this older modeled home. My Dad loved to use his hands to rebuild things. This would be his biggest project yet. When we first moved in my Mom was worried that the condition of the home would be hard for me to settle into. She knew I wasn't sleeping to well lately. I would dream the most frightening dreams. Some I wouldn't even tell my friends because they would make me feel bad and pick on me for being such a baby. I was not a baby though; I just turned 7 and was on the mini league baseball team with the strongest strike record out of the whole class. It wasn't that I was weak or scared in the day time when I was living life but in the night, when the house would shift and images started to become darker as my eyes grew bigger. My Mom yelled up the stairs "I'll be right up sweetie, I am going to grab the laundry out of the dryer and then I will tuck you in". "Ok Ma, I replied." I knew she had to work early the next day and thought to myself; she won't stay long tonight. As I placed myself between my sheets I felt the newness of the sheets and the chill that seemed to cool me down all over. I chattered my teeth and curled my toes. Gripping the top of my blankets together I held them over my mouth just under my nose. The warmth from my breath just felt so comforting. I could also smell home with in my sheets and that is always a nice smell. "Here I am honey; are you cold?" "Yes, I shrilled." With that my mother flew to the thermostat and tinkered around with it so, I heard. "Oh gosh, Rick, the heater is not working didn't you say this was on the top of your list?" And with that, my Dad flew up the stairs as if there were a fire brewing. "Oh shoot! I am so sorry I thought that I fixed that. I'm sorry Christopher, we will get you some blankets and make sure you have some kind of warmth tonight and I will fix this disaster first thing in the morning son." "Its ok Dad, its not that cold." My father was probably the most understanding and tolerable men I have ever met. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for me or my Mother. "Your Dad means it you know, this will be fixed" my Mom said with a little doubt behind her voice. "So, are you ready for beddie pie?" "Ma,. please don't say that to me, I want to be treated like a young man and not a little boy" even though I did love her sweet talk I didn't want her to go overboard one day on accident in front of my friends; I would surely be finished. "I know honey, thank you for reminding me that you are growing into the most precious young man and Mommy loves you!" Grrr...in my mind. "What shall I read tonight? A mystery book, a scary book, or something lighter? "Well, I know you have to wake early but I was hoping you could sit with me tonight a little longer until I fall a sleep?" with fear behind my voice I knew she couldn't resist my pleas. "Oh honey bear,..oops, stop me when you hear those sweet words, my grown son." she stated so ridiculously. "I would love to. So, what shall we read?" "Actually, I was hoping you would tell me what is the scariest place you have ever dreamed?" to be continued....