So I have never been able to figure out if what I experienced is just a weird dream or if I really had a paranormal experience. My grandparents live on this old dead end road in the mountains of North Carolina. The roads about 5 miles long and basically just a trail through the woods with a few old houses built in the woods along it. This one house on the road has been sold probably a dozen times that I remember. And it’s not the fact that it’s sold so many times. It’s the fact that it doesn’t stay occupied for long. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen families move in and without fail they’ve moved out in a hurry within a month. Now when I was about 14 me and my friends got very curious about if it was “haunted” or just scary so we decided to break in and spend the night inside the house one night. Around 10 o’clock we piled our sleeping bags and some food and soda onto a few four wheelers and drove over there. When we arrived we looked through the downstairs area with our flashlights and explored the downstairs and porches (not daring to go into the basement or upstairs bc scary) we then played cards and ate snacks and vaped like teenage idiots until we decided to go to sleep. You know normal sleepover stuff. And everything was normal until I was asleep. In my dream I was in the living room and it was dimly lit. But what was weird was a dark figure was sitting across the room from me smoking a cigarette. Just seeing him there smoking silently freaked me out. Then he spoke…. “What are you boys doing in my house” he said, “we’re just seeing what makes it so scary sir” I told him. “I’m what makes it scary” he said and stood up and I saw you face. He was an old man with a mean stern look on his face like the kind of man who would kick your ass for stepping on his grass. I then started to feel like I was choking IN A DREAM LIKE IT FELT SO REAL. And then I woke up in a sweat. The following morning me and my friends explored the rest of the house and in the basement I found a picture of the exact man in my dream. I then freaked out and tbh stole the picture from the house to show my grandmother. She then pointed out that the man lived there when she was a little girl (she’s 87 now) and that he died in a bed fire caused by falling asleep while smoking. I have never been back there since. The house is still constantly being sold but never lived in long. I don’t blame them.