I had gone to the home of Meisel (a female friend of my mother's) and I was spending the night there with some other members of my family. I went to sleep but woke up in the middle of the night and began walking around the house.
The house was quite large. I walked from room to room. There was very little light and I could barely see. I noticed some large fans running in the halls, keeping the house cooled off. The floors were covered by a whitish green carpet.
As I went from room to room I began moaning and making creepy little noises. I thought my sister was somewhere in the house and I was trying to scare her by making the noises. I continued making the noises for quite a while.
As I walked down a hall I saw a long line of beds against one wall and I thought I might lie down there for a while. But finally I saw a light in one of the rooms. A young man (18-19 years old) walked out of the room and walked down the hall toward me. He had black hair and a black mustache. He ran up to me and put his arms around me. That embarrassed me. He said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you didn't like being alone at night."
He comforted me. He was absolutely right. I was the one who was afraid of the dark and of being alone. Even though I had been acting as if I were trying to scare my sister, I was actually the one afraid of the dark.
It felt good to have him near me. Apparently he was Meisel's son.
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