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"Turned Tables"

I stood in pitch blackness. I opened and closed my eyes, but saw no difference between the two. I took a careful step forward and felt my foot meeting a cold, probably cemented, floor. I had no idea where I was. The last thing I remembered was a dream I was having where I was visited by some ghosts, Christmas Carol style. I fell hard on the ground and did that thing where you fall in your dream and shake yourself awake. Only what I had awaken in was darkness.
I continued to carefully step forward, putting my arms out in hopes I might feel a wall, or another person. I walked forward some more when a dark blue mist started to appear. I was finally able to make out a slight silhouette of my hands in front of me. I felt a hint of joy in knowing that my eyes truly were open. And that this smoke had to lead somewhere. Possibly a way back home?
I could hear a noise in the distance, it sounded like someone's voice calling out. As I made my way closer to the sound, the room I was in gained slightly more light. This time I was able to make out my feet. I could tell the floor below me was a much brighter color than my shoes, as my feet appeared as silhouettes against it.
As I closer approached the voice, I could hear it echoing through the halls I must've been standing in. As I further approached the brightness, I was able to see the walls around me were plain and white. There were no windows, nor objects hanging off the side of the walls. Not even a branching hallways could be seen. I knew the only way out was to continue down my path.
Whatever was to be found at the end of this seemingly endless hallway, I knew it could only be something delightful. I heard the voice louder now, almost booming through my ears. I had to be close now. I looked behind me to see the progress I'd made. I was terrified to find what I should've otherwise expected, a hallway fading into blackness. A part of me felt this was almost metaphorical. 
Finally, I'd made it to the end of the hallway I was greeted by my own living room in the house I'd grown up in. I looked around and found thing moved around and furniture I didn't recognize. I had no question where the voice was coming from, as before me sat some kids around a table. On the table was a Ouija board. They all three, held one finger each on the tear drop shaped piece in the center of the board.
Why would these kids possibly be playing with a Ouija board out of all things? I told them to leave. Nobody appeared to notice me speak. I waved my hand in front of one of their faces to no response. Was I dead? There was no way. Was the dream actually real?
Just as the realization hit me, I saw a man in a black robe appear behind the kids, floating slowly toward them with an outstretched hand. I heard the kids speak but understood nothing. I grabbed the teardrop piece and moved it around the board to spell out, "GET OUT". One of the kids laughed, the other two looked terrified. I once again grabbed the piece and spelled out "RUN". Why would they not listen to me? As the hooded man was inches away, I grabbed the board and swiped it off the table, they too sailing off the side and hitting the ground. I was relieved to find they were safe.
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