So I'm moving my parents out of their old house. The place is huge, more like an apartment building rather than a house. In fact, other people lived there, renting from them (apparently). Helping them move out, there is a ton of stuff left behind by previous tenants, especially in the shared storage space in the attic.

So I'm tasked with cleaning out the attic. In it, I find the storage unit for a person I vaguely remember: a Bulgarian composer. I open his unit to find a small, darkened theater, filled with dusty seats and a small stage. Of course, the light switch doesn't work.

My parents tell me that there is an entertainment center in here that I should look at to see if I want it. The guy was strange, and the theater is pretty creepy, but I walk in further. Free furniture, after all.

I walk further, peering into the darkness, when the stage suddenly comes to life. Strangely real animatronic creates start dancing and gyrating on stage to some bizarre, otherworldy ambient music. The characters follow me with their eyes.

I wake up. 3:30am. Write an email to myself. Subject line reads "Nightmare."