The house from my dream

This happened in the late winter/early spring of 2020. Two months before this event occurred, I had a strange dream. In the dream, my then-fiancé (now husband) and I lived in this big house that had way more rooms than what we needed. We had one bathroom for using the toilet, and one bathroom for showering, and another bathroom had nothing but a large bathtub in the center of the room. Most of the rooms were empty, completely devoid of any purpose. There was a staircase in the house that went up to the roof, and a tiny door that you opened to a patio that was on the roof. The view from the rooftop patio was of downtown Ogden Utah. Beneath that patio was a bunch of random closets with white shuttered folding doors.

I texted my husband about the dream, because it was bizarre, and I remembered it very vividly. I’m glad that I had the dream in writing because what happened next was one of the must unusual things that has ever happened in my life.

Eight weeks later I was driving through the canyon near our home, and I noticed there was a house for sale. I’ve always felt a desire to live in this canyon, if an affordable house popped up. From what I’ve heard, you need to patiently wait for someone to die for a home to go on the market.

I forgot to look up the sale listing right away. When it sprang to mind, all I could remember was that the house was a pinkish color. So I google “house for sale in Ogden Canyon” and there were only 2 homes for sale, and one of them was a pinkish color. I figured that must be the one.

I requested more info online, and within five minutes a real estate agent called me. She asked me if I wanted to see the house. This was during Covid quarantining, and I said “Oh my God! Finally something to do! Yes I want to see the house!” even though I had no intention of buying a house. The real estate agent asked if I wanted to see it right now! I said “Yes! Let’s go!” and we grabbed our masks and got in the car.

While my husband and I were driving there, he said “I wonder if it’s my buddies old house. He lived in the canyon but he died a couple years ago.”

We drove through the winding canyon following the river, past the waterfall, and when the GPS had us turn off the road onto a small bridge about the width of my car, I realized this was not the house that I saw for sale originally when I drove by.

We arrive at the house and can tell it needs work. The siding was worn, there were flowerpots and kitschy yard decor outside that had been out in the elements for years, and a rickety old trellis that might fall down at any moment. The shape of the house was unusual, and it looked as though multiple rooms had been added to the original structure.

The real estate agent pulled up, we greeted eachother and began chatting about the house. I had mentioned to her about “someone having to die to get a house in this area.” She responded that the owner of this house had been the caretaker for the “mansion up on the hill“ and that he died about two years ago. I am fully aware how cliché that sounds.

The real estate agent unlocked the door, and I went inside first. The first thing I saw was a shadowy figure running away! And I yelled “Ahhhh!” And then I played it off like “Hahaha I’m such an idiot, I scared myself.” It looked like one of those yard decor silhouettes of a cowboy leaning, except it was shadowy instead of solid black. It fled quickly, as if we had scared it. It went from an almost human shape into a much smaller more circular shape, and left the room as fast as startled animal would. Now I am a skeptic down to my core. But I know what I saw. I saw a shadow moving quickly away from me as if it was not expecting me. I won’t say it was a ghost or a deceased human, but I know what a shadow looks look like and I definitely saw one.

The house was bizarre. It had a bunch of rooms that really didn’t seem to have a purpose. You couldn’t distinguish what was a bedroom and what was a living room. The outside of the house had a bunch of repurposed doors on it in place of siding. It was as if they would find doors and windows at thrift shops or dumps and just use anything and everything to build more rooms onto the house. There were doors everywhere, and most rooms had two or more mismatched doors to them. There were multiple bathrooms, one with just a shower. One with just a bathtub.

As we are walking through, we are both feeling kind of weird. In one of the lower rooms, was nothing but white shuttered folding doors. Then there was a small staircase that went up to a tiny door, and when you open the tiny door there was a rooftop patio on the roof of the garage. My heart started fluttering as I realized it was the house from my dream a couple months ago! I didn’t want to say that in front of the real estate agent, so I kept quiet.

And then the craziest thing happened. I walked up the small staircase to the little door, to look at the patio above the garage. And the exact moment I opened the door to the outside, a huge car crash occurred, a car in the canyon hit a telephone pole, and there was a loud explosion. The live wires hit the road, and sparks went flying. There was a bright flash like lightning, and it sounded like some kind of illegal motorcycle popping, like the noise a bullet bike makes. The power went out in the spooky house we were standing in. The traffic in the tight canyon started backing up and the police arrived and shut down the canyon completely.

My husband and myself, and the real estate agent just stood in the windows watching the scene unfold across the river.

When we left the house, the second we get in the car my husband is adamant, “No way, that house is haunted, I’m never going back there!” and I said “What did you see? Because I totally saw something too!”

He said that he saw a shadowy figure huddled up in the corner of the room with all the white shuttered folding closet doors. It was crouching, as if hiding. I told him “I saw shadow too, the second we walked in!”

Then I asked him if he remembered the dream I had about the weird house? And then I told him that THAT WAS THE HOUSE FROM MY DREAM!
“Hey let’s just get out of here now” was the only thing he said.

And when we got home, he googled his friends name. I’m sure you can guess the rest. It was his dead friends old house!

But it didn’t end there. That night I absolutely could not sleep. I was tossing and turning all evening. I felt like someone was standing next to our bed watching us. I asked whatever it was to please leave. It came back the next night, and again I asked it to leave. It never came back after that.

I’m a skeptic and I don’t really believe in this stuff most of the time. But I swear on koalas and diet Coke, and orange cats that all of this story is true. I’m not going off a vague memory from 6 years ago, this was written fresh after it happened in 2020.

I am attaching photos of the house from the real estate listing. The first photo is where I saw a shadow, and the second is the room where my husband saw a shadow.

Oddly enough, the listing is still viewable at the time I am submitting this (March 2026) so I will link the listing as well. Also linking the car accident that happened that day.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/242-Ogden-Cyn-Ogden-UT-84401/12003208_zpid/


https://gephardtdaily.com/local/motorcyclist-severely-injured-in-ogden-canyon-crash-involving-2-other-vehicles/