Anne, Marie, and I have moved into a new house. We keep calling it a boathouse but really it is house located next to a large body of water. The décor and style of the house reminds me of the house of my grandpa who lived by a lake. The estate consisted of a main house and a wooden, shed-like structure in the backyard that served as the bedroom for Anne and me. The inside of the shed looked like a normal, nice bedroom with a large glass sliding door. A wooden deck connected the shed and the house.
The dream cuts to the morning after our first night at the house. Marie tells Anne and me that she is leaving for work, and asks us to clean up the house while she's gone. Anne and I decide to start with our bedroom. We step outside and notice that the entire deck has been scrawled on with chalk. I see all kinds of words and numbers scribbled around a drawing of an iPhone with four dashes drawn on the screen. Dream logic tells me that this is an elaborate puzzle and we are meant to figure out the passcode of the iPhone using the clues written around it. I'm alarmed that someone had the time to draw this while we slept! Anne suggests that maybe our friend CB wrote all of this mess as a prank. Since it is such a mess, we decide to clean up our bedroom before trying to clean up the chalk.
While in our bedroom I can't shake an uneasy feeling about the chalk clues. Anne offers to look up any weird history of the house on her phone. She finds an article, and as she reads it the contents are reenacted for us as if we're watching a true crime documentary. We see that a husband and wife used to live here and operate a general store in their backyard. Their bedroom was the room Anne and I had now. The wife apparently regularly cheated on her husband with patrons of the general store and when her husband found out....he snapped! He gave his wife an ultimatum: solve this riddle or die! He wrote out chalk clues on the deck (exactly like the ones we saw!) and gave her a day to solve the riddle. When she was unsuccessful, he stabbed her with all of the knives in their kitchen. Now the reenactment ends, and Anne reads the rest of the article. "He was never caught. Throughout the years, there have been other reported murders at the house where unsolved chalk riddles were found at the crime scene."
Suddenly a thunderstorm rages outside. The thunder shakes the shed and flashes of lightening illuminate the entire room. The howling wind and torrential downpour are so loud that Anne and I cannot hear each other speak. I somehow hear a faint scratching at the door. Expecting the worst, I look over at the door and am overjoyed to see it is my neighbor's cat (sweet little Minnie Mouse ❤️). I run to the door to let her in. I peer into the yard and see another shed, just beyond ours, tucked into a corner of the yard. Could this be the general store that the couple ran all those years ago? I run out to the shed and explore inside. Rows of empty shelves decorate the walls, and there is a counter in the corner with a dusty cash register on top. So that story was real! To my horror, I notice rusty knife blades of various sizes littering the floor, all broken off from their handles. Oh god, this must've been the spot of the murder!
I sprint back to Anne and tell her we need to leave. Anne says that the kitty peed on my side of the bed and that I need to clean it up before we can leave. Annoyed, I hastily grab a can of Lysol that was sitting on the dresser. As I'm spraying the bed, I notice the label says "Lysol for Three-ways" with a little picture of a bed on it. I realize then that the wife wasn't murdered at all, but really must have been an accomplice with her husband. They would trick people into going into their bedroom for a three-way and then murder them! I realize now that there could be two murderers out there and our day to solve the riddle is almost up! Even worse, I imagine the rain has washed away most of our clues! I tell Anne that we need to get away from this house. As I turn to leave, I feel a sharp cut along my ankle. I look down to see the kitty hiding under the bed, scratching at my feet and ankles. I'm pleased at this and think to myself that I definitely can't leave this sweet kitty here! Then I woke up!
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