Haunted Home Renovation 2 — W.H. Cross

Jan knew she was having a dream as soon as it started; it was one of those kind of dreams. Usually when it came to dreams Jan was the last person to know that she was dreaming. Often times she was the person who either woke up screaming or woke up with a wet pussy because she'd been so enthralled by a dream. This dream wasn't like that, though. In this dream, right from the get go, Jan knew she was dreaming. She knew because the first person she saw standing in front of her was Rick. They were in their old house, the smaller one they had lived in before the mansion, before both of their careers had taken off and money no longer became something that held them back. Rick had a pensive look on his face, and he kept rubbing his temples as if he was having one of his splitting headaches. He used to always complain of the headaches and say it was as if some force inside of him was trying to separate into two different beings. Jan never really knew what to make of comments about Rick splitting in two. Back then it just seemed like something someone poetic would say about their migraine, but now it appeared to hold much deeper meaning.