The white face

 When my parents and I moved to a new house, I was 8 years old. I liked its location because my best friend lived across the street. The first night I slept well, but the very next night I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I had two older brothers and one older sister (and I'm actually the only one in the family), and that my sister drowned in front of my eyes and took my brothers with her. Then a black-haired man appeared and said that he was glad to see a new neighbor, wished me a pleasant stay and promised to say something at the next meeting.

I didn't pay much attention to this dream and didn't tell my parents. On the third night, I heard footsteps in the hallway in my sleep. I thought my father was walking, but then I realized that I could hear him snoring at the same time. I finally woke up to some kind of rumbling in the hallway. When I went out there (I didn't turn on the light, I took a flashlight), I didn't see anything unusual. The parents were asleep, not noticing anything. I started to go back to my room, and suddenly, in the hallway, I almost bumped into the man from my dream. His face was as white as paper in the lamplight. I screamed, and my parents woke up... My father said it was all a figment of my imagination and sent me to bed.

The next night, when I woke up, I froze in horror.: The same man was standing by my bed! I started screaming again. Mom came running and managed to see the night visitor before she turned on the light and he disappeared. Then she started yelling at Dad, "I told you not to take this house! But no, you're smart, you know everything! Thank you!" When I asked what they were talking about, my mother told me that a widow had sold this house—her husband had been stabbed to death by a drunken friend here.

Soon we returned to our old house. I don't remember much about the time when we lived in that house, except sometimes, almost falling asleep, I suddenly see that deathly pale face in the dark under my eyelids...