It was a little like The Shining but taking place in a high-rise apartment building. The entire dream took place over a single night. The haunting centered around an old book that someone had purchased at an antique sale. I didn't get a good look at it but I think it was someone's personal journal from around the turn of the century. In this dream I was just an average Joe living in a rather plain 3rd floor apartment. One of the other tenants on our floor, a girl, comes to my door because she was just coming home when she heard a large crashing sound coming from the place across the hall. It's owned by a family of four that I'd seen a time or two in the past but wasn't really familiar with. Their door is unlocked and swings open at the touch and for just a second I can hear a faint whispering voice calling out. We find the father first, resting in a leather reading chair in the living room. Books from the now empty shelves are littering the floor and are piled around the base of his chair. His face is frozen in a look of shocked surprise and one hand is hanging limply over the arm of the chair, the blood from his slit throat running down it and onto the carpet. The mother and daughter are in the children's bedroom. The girl is lying facedown under a heavy bookcase that's toppled over, the thick shag carpeting and the side of the bed is stained a dark red from the spray of the blood. The mother is on her knees, slumped over in front of the girl and still clutching her hand, a large butcher's knife protruding from her back. We search the apartment, looking for the boy but he's apparently gone (as is the book we'd later learn). I take the girl, who appears to be in shock, back to my apartment while I call the police.

I remember that the police do arrive much later but by then the power has been flickering off and on. The building's super, unaware of what's going on, has gone down to the basement to check on the circuit breakers. He finds a child's blanket and the book tucked away into a corner. Thinking that some of the building's kids have been playing down here again, he takes them with him when he leaves with the intent of finding out who it belongs to.

[Everything else after this point is just a blur.]