The waking share a world in common- sleepers have each their own, different as the dreams that haunt
El Casa de Agua is a place where dreams come true. Well- maybe not
dreams. NIghtmares. The haunted are drawn to El Casa de Agua for
whatever reason- they just are. Because each person has their
secrets- in their subconsious. They come out in their dreams. El
Casa de Agua's secret is well, not in the subconsious, but it appears
in the people that inhabit it. perhaps there is a city in the water.
Perhaps not. But El Casa de Agua seems to have a quality that seeps
into the dreamers mind and steals the dream, making it alive within
it's walls. What is wrong with El Casa de Agua? And what are dreams
that other people have there??? And what it under the water?
El Casa de Agua- it sounded like such a pretty name when you first
came here. It didn't sound like a place that would trigger fears,
fears that haunted you in you dreams. But there is a secret to the
city. Only you know what it is. You remember the day you came and
had the sense that something was wrong-something lurked in the water,
and you knew it was bad, you couldn't even imagine how bad it would be
for you. So you moved into a house that was far, far away from the
sea. If you had been anywhere near it, it would have given you
nightmares. Your dreams are bad enough already. People had alwasy
known you to be the one with scary dreams. And now that same one was
repeating itself-the girl. She was pale, and her black, black hair
floated around her face. She sat in a forest of birch trees and
walked on air, her long, age stained dress flowing behind her. She
stared at you the whole time. And behind her loped things- dogs. Thy
were white and huge, almost as tall as the girl herself. There were
the whippets and the greyhounds, skinny dogs, all white. And there
were a few Great Danes. But whatever they were, they were wrong.
And then the young girl suddenly was in water- dark water. She was
walking in a city in the water. The water had swallowed the city.
And then the dream flashed and you woke, always in a cold sweat,
knowing something was wrong. Every since then you had been afraid.
You weren't a bit scared of the usual things- war and pestilance. But
you were scared of ordinary things. White roses. Whippets,
greyhounds, and great danes. Children with black hair and pale skin.
This city. But you were drawn to it like the girl was drawn to your
dreams. Everyone in this beachside town in California seemed haunted,
maybe by their dreams. Or maybe it was the town. But something
lurked in the water. It was fear.
