The Attic Prison

It was the 4th of July and I was hanging out in my driveway in the late afternoon. I was standing there watching the whole neighborhood having a big picnic together, until I realized, none of my friends were there. So I called one of my friends to see if he wanted to come hang out with me. He said he couldn't because he needed to keep his personal belongings safe. I didn't see this statement as suspicious, so I went into my house and hopped on the PC. On the screen was a recording of someone's attic.

The attic was clearly very old and not taken care of. There were gnarled wood panels that lined the walls of the attic and they were lit up by two small yellow-tinted light bulbs dangling from the ceiling by their wires. In the room there was a bed, a nightstand, a desk with a PC and monitor, and random pieces of clothing and toys all over the floor.

I turned my attention to the desk and saw my friend now sitting there. At this point, my dream sent me through my monitor's screen and into the attic. Then again I asked my friend why he couldn't hang out. He whispered "If I leave the attic, my dad is going to steal all of my stuff." When he finished that sentence a dangerous-looking man entered the room from a door on the wall farthest from us.

He was so tall that he barely fit in the attic. The man was also fairly muscular, and very hairy. He was wearing a white tank top that had a few grease stains, and a pair of weathered jeans. As he made his way through the room he walked like a giant would, slowly and with big strides. 

As my friend and I watched this guy walk, it hit me that this was his dad. Since we both thought he was going to attack us when he got close enough, we instinctively ran into a crack in the wall that was just barely big enough for us to slide through to escape his dad. The crack led us through the inside of a wall of the house. It was very dark and there were metal pipes and wires everywhere and before we made it to the end of the tunnel, the dream abruptly ended.