I'm with my cousin Dennie, leaving his music studio late at night, with a few other people. The studio is in a very old building, somewhat like my parents' house, that has a reputation for being very haunted. Dennie seems consistently surprised that certain doors are open, and certain lights are on, when he's certain that he left them closed and off.

It seems to me that he works alone in this studio most of the time, and I am surprised that he's not freaked out by the haunting, but he seems oblivious to the implications.

The "ghost" starts touching me. I can feel something like fingertips sweeping across my neck, and poking me in the lower back. It's rather freaky, and I want to get out of there.

Later I seem to be a guest in a house, and left there alone. I have to pee, and the apparent "toilet" is a bowl on a stand in the kitchen. I start to pee in there, and then two young girls of the house walk in, as though returning from the store. I try to handle it gracefully, joking something like "well, I wasn't expecting anyone, good thing I don't have stagefright", but it's still rather awkward.