I was with Emily (wife) and one or two other people, and we were in a car that had just pulled up to the outside of this little tavern or motel. We got out and looked around. As I looked around, I saw that the area was pretty heavily wooded, and we were up on a mountain. It almost seemed to be on the Blue Ridge mountains heading over to Charlottesville in Virginia. Things were very green, and it seemed as though it had just rained recently, and not only was it still wet out, but it was also foggy. It was kind of cool out, almost as if it were early spring or late fall, except the trees were in the perfect condition for mid summer. Maybe it was just a very cool summer day.
The road was in front of me (behind the car) and I had gotten out of the back seat on the driver's side of the car. I'm not sure who's car it was, but it wasn't one of ours. I'm guessing it belonged to one of the other people. Anyway, as I was looking out across the road, I noticed that to my left, the road went downhill, and to my right it went uphill. Across the road there was a steep rise in terrain, and there was a large mansion up on the side of that hill. One of the other two people (not Em) were talking about the history of the area. They were talking about how that mansion was named "Old Trinity" or something similar.
Anyway, there was a second building there, too, either like a guest house or a garage or something. The person doing the talking was saying how this mansion was the beginning of the town there. The mansion was originally the one named "Trinity", but once the second building was added, it officially became a town, and they now called it "Old Trinity". The town adopted the name of something like "Trinity Crossing" or "Trinity Creek", but the second part of the name actually began with an M, so it was "Trinity Mossing", or maybe "Trinity Meek" or something really strange like that.
After looking at the mansion from a distance for a bit, the four of us went in through the motel/tavern place that we had pulled up to, and we went into the back where there was a barn. I forget what we were looking at in the barn at first, but the barn itself was huge. To my right there was a lot of old machinery and a lot of the high storage. In front of me was this area where there was this large 10 foot wheel turned on it's side, and it was up about 8 feet in the air. It had cogs on it that hung downward, and these were supposed to be to tie horses to so that they could go around in a circle and make the big machinery of the place work. I think that either I was imagining it working, or I pushed it and saw it in action, but either way, I followed the large shaft that came up out of the top of the wheel where it connected to 45 degree angle gear (almost looked like a big drill bit) and that was connected to another, so that together they made a 90 degree turn and ran a bit along the ceiling. That connected with another bigger gear, and that came down at a 45 degree angle, and that connected with yet another bigger gear that was actually connected to some machine. The very first shaft came out of the top of the original wheel was about 6 inches across. The final shaft that was connected to the main machine was over 18 inches across. It was huge!
Anyway, we continued on after the machinery stopped, and I came across this large piece of a broken aluminum cylinder that was laying kind of squished on the floor. I assumed it was from one of the shafts, or maybe from the smoke stack that went up out of the top of the barn. The aluminum was reddish in color. It wasn't painted, but it was actually a faded red, kind of like the colored aluminum that you see rock climbing hooks/latches made out of. I wondered what had happened to it to cause it to be laying here in the middle of the floor under all the machinery that was high above. The lower edge of it was all serrated as if it has just blown off or been ripped off the rest of the stack. That was to the right. The upper edge of it was where the stack had been professionally finished and folded in and riveted into place.
We eventually left there, continued out the back, and finally found the houses that were associated with the motel/tavern for the guests to stay in. As we walked through the yard, off to our right was a cemetery. The headstones were all white with moss growing on them, and at one point an old black car drove down through there. We went into our room through the closest door, which was actually the back door. It was extremely bare inside, as if no one was meant to live in there at all. Things seemed a bit dank and dark, and there was nothing around. Not even carpeting. I didn't think about this at all, though, because hardly any sooner than we had gotten inside, Em had turned around and looked out the door that we had just come in. She yelped something, and I turned to see what was going on.
At about this time, I got a memory that came up, and I saw a young hick type of character coming up to the side door of the house we were in, only it was supposed to be of an earlier time before we had ever visited there. I saw him come and knock, and as he did, there was a fire behind him in the yard. I somehow knew that this was his way of getting people out of the house, and that he was actually Evil in disguise. I knew that he would come again and try to get us out, but we had to resist. I was brought back out of this by Em.
I turned and looked at the stuff she was seeing, and she was yelling something about the house of the neighbor behind us. She was saying that their back door was on fire, and that was a sign of either Evil or the KKK (which isn't very different, ha!) Then we year a knocking on the front door. We turn around and go to the front door, passing a kitchen and a bedroom on our left. We answer it, and it's the hick guy there in overall and looking all shy and sheepish. (he looked like a younger/smaller version of the pirate with a wooden eye in Pirates of the Caribbean) He said something, but I don't remember what.
I saw the fire outside of the house, just past the porch. I panicked and grabbed Em. I knew that we weren't supposed to let him in, but I didn't think there was anything wrong with us getting out. We ran off the porch and jumped across the fire. The fire was only about a foot wide all the way around the house, and only about two feet tall, so it wasn't anything big to jump over. As we do, we tell him that he cannot go into the house. He says something about how we already let him in because "evil cannot go where it's not invited."
He transformed quickly into an older and bigger guy with long black hair and wearing a black robe or black shirt and pants. He dove off to the right side of the porch, landing on his arms and chest area, almost as if he slipped and fell, but he was able to keep himself propelled, and kicked his legs up into the air behind him. He got to the end of the porch and did a quick maneuver that caused him to loop around the edge of the porch and dive underneath it, heading up under the house in one quick movement. Seeing this happen scared me and woke me up.
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