Dream CLXXXVIII

I was a member of an elite squadron tasked with evaluating and eliminating threats that were beyond the ordinary.  We had heard rumors of a neighborhood where several disappearances had occurred, and we were sent to investigate.

We found a house in a nice suburban, wooded area where the disappearances seemed to concentrate.  The house seemed ordinary enough, but we moved in cautiously.  As we neared the house, we noticed several creatures around, mutants and monsters which seemed to reflect similar creatures in comic books and TV shows.   For example, there was a large, one-eyed purple beast with a circular body that had appeared on "The Outer Limits" at least once.

As we approached the house, something happened...it turned out that there was a mutant child, perhaps twelve years old, in the house, who was a powerful telepath.   He soon had us all under control, and had us led into the house.

The house, at it happened, was alive, and needed warm bodies to sustain itself.  There was a moving slot in one wall that opened to devour victims; and the house insisted upon bodies.  We had to watch, horrified, as one of our number was pushed into the slot and devoured.

The house seemed to become quiescent at that  point, so we gathered together and tried to plan our escape.  I suggested that my younger brother, who was around six years old, be sent out of the house; the idea was that they would not suspect someone so young as being a threat.  We told him what he needed to do, and sent him out.

However, instead of leaving the area, he strode through the crowd of mutants and was immediately recaptured.

Clearly, another plan was needed.  And I began to formulate one.  I decided to use pride as a weapon.  My thoughts detailed how the telepathic child could not be escaped, because his power was so great that he could find any of us, even without using his abilities.  His perception of the world was enough to keep any of us from escaping.

Though it took some time, it eventually worked.  The telepathic child stopped monitoring us, convinced that his superior perception could stop any attempt at escape.

And as soon as I felt his grip loosen, I left the house.

I returned to the agency, and led a squad equipped with telepathy-blocking headbands.  We retook the house, rounded up the monsters and returned them to their realms, and placed blocking devices on the telepathic child.  All of the agents were safe, including my younger brother.

The house was fastened with devices that would prevent it from feeding, and it eventually left our reality.  Where it is, we still don't know, but we know its signature and are monitoring.