The Haunted house in the old field

I'm with Scott

We have walked into the field next to the market garden field. This field stretches down to the north, surrounded by trees along the north edge, and there is an old house behind the trees through a gate.

Scott gets a feeling about the field. He reckons it's a traditional two acre field which was used for a particular form of old cropping practiced in the past. I recon it is more like a 3 or four acre, deceptively large. We walk down a little bit towards the house. We get to a point where we can see through the trees, and have a view into the fields beyond. It becomes clear from the view that all the fields around here are about the same size, sharply sloping down to the south, with interesting cropping techniques used. A vision comes to me that once this area was much more populated. I see how each of the fields represents the amount of space needed for a house hold to grow their own food. There are field markings somewhere in every field showing where the old houses were, and very often these were right in the middle. I point this out.

We are quite close to the old house now so I suggest that we go inside. The old man who I've met before might still be inside.

We sneak into the old house, a quirky abandoned feeling descends on us.

It is a bit like a haunted manor house, the last remaining old one in the land.

I have been here before. I met an old man here. He was friendly.

Now the place is empty.

Things are falling apart. The wall paper is coming off, pictures have fallen from the wall. There is just one thing in the room we find our selves in that has stayed on the wall in good condition.

This is an elaborate chandelleir which behind it and contained within it is a photo of the land. From the photo it is clear to see how this land was once, not so far back, heavily populated, with each field having an elaborate house on it. There was even a fractal quality to the housing, and a whole area of housing built into a spiral shape, like a village centre, all now lost to time.

We hear some noise coming from a distant room in the house. Scott panics, and immediately starts for the door, but I am more calm, I think it must be the old man.

I look down a corridor and get a glimse into a room. Two Chinese people are making their way towards us.

Scott is by the door by the time they reach us.

I try to explain myself, about me knowing the old man, having been here before, but one of the Chinese men gets out a little spray bottle of water out of his pocket and starts spraying me with it. I think it's gonna hurt, but all I feel is water on my skin. His eyes are full of anger. On the bottle I notice the words.

Psycho water
This is my sisters house. He now yells at me,

I know her, I try to tell him, but he doesn't listen.

He just keeps spraying me with this water, .
So I begin to walk away to the door, to follow Scott back out. He comes after us, and we start running. It's like the water is putting a curse on me. I know I need to get away, so I start to levitate above the field, flying just off the ground.

The Chinese man's rage sparks off the Raging of the butterfly and eagles wings.

I hear them beating around me