I'm at my parents' house. We're talking about it being haunted. Somebody in the hallway - perhaps Cherie - is talking about how she often hears shreiks or yells upstairs.

I go alone into the library, which is nearly empty. As I soon as I enter, I let out a sharp, high-pitched scream, like a girl on a roller coaster, for no apparent reason. I guess I just wanted to know how it sounded.

My hair (in this dream I have some) is combed so it stands straight up toward the sky, like I'm perpetually scared. There is a mirror on the inside wall (where the books are, in real life), and I look in it to check my hair, but the mirror is divided horizontally across the middle with a wooden slat, and it goes right across my face so I can't see my face and hairdo very well. I jump up to see myself in the upper mirror, and when I do I see the reflection of somebody standing behind me - somebody who isn't there. It freaks me right out, and I walk quickly back to the hall.