I should stop hanging out with murderers

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The house was beautiful. I'd gotten a call from someone I had not seen in years and he invited me to his new home. The house was beautiful and spacious with plenty of rooms for receiving guests and enjoying board games, card games or even games like charades. There was also plenty of natural light coming in from the windows, some of which were on the top of the wall to filter in the sun indirectly. I was a little apprehensive at first, we hadn't parted in the best of ways, but soon became comfortable and more amicable. His parents soon came in and we all mended fences (fixed our disagreements) and I became even more relaxed after that. Then his siblings came in, some of which I had never met before. They were considerably younger than him and we were soon tasked with babysitting them while his parents went out. That all went well at first, we just played board games or let them play outside for awhile. Then one of his siblings threatened to tattle tale on us for something and he (the man I hadn't seen in awhile) became angry. I tried to diffuse the situation but I was also scared that the child might cause trouble for us. The next thing I know I am in another room hardly knowing how I'd gotten there. The child is nowhere to be found and the man is pacing back and forth. I'd soon learn that he had murdered the poor child. I really should stop hanging out with murderers This is based off of a dream!