Night 1 was rather sweet: I lived in a nice sunshiny house with a blue and white study on the second floor, and various smiling young Japanese ladies kept coming through my study as a shortcut to wherever they were going, giggling and apologizing but 'it's so convenient!'
Night 2 was back at my family house, now occupied by a Japanese family. People kept traipsing through the garden, and because the Japanese were too perplexed as to how to deal with this phenomenon, I was the one who went out into the back garden and yelled at the trespassers to go away. But when a rain- and mud-sodden old couple in rags came crawling to the door, we of course let them in.
Night 3 was also back at the family house, with at least my older brother in residence, and a sullen dangerous guy moving in and occupying rooms and ignoring me when I told him to leave, just giving me a blank threatening look. My brother tried to tell me it was OK, guy was there to do something for Mom, but something in the way he said it made me not believe him.
Can't link this to any RL kuyos, which all revolve around income taxes and property taxes and accountants and dentists and money seeping unstoppably away.
Maybe I should stop reading The Uncanny which has Aickman's story of a man who spends a freezing night in a waiting room, and another about a Swedish family whose great-grandmother was probably the Swedish version of fae, with unfortunate psychological results for her descendants.
