i remember i was in an unfamiliar home, it was pretty large with white walls, and wooden floors, doors, stairs and railings. there was lots of wooden furniture and brown leather couches. there were absolutely no signs of humans living in it. there were no pictures on the walls or objects on tables. i don't remember who i was there with, but it felt like my house in the dream. my memory of the dream cuts in and i'm approaching the staircase to go to the second floor. i remember that i was going upstairs to look for someone. when i get to the top of the steps, i reach a sizable upstairs foyer, there are multiple ajar doors around me on the surrounding walls, all of the lights in the rooms behind the ajar doors were off. one of the doors is wide open, and it catches my focus. it's the door furthest from me, on the left side of the room. i can see the door's wide open but i can't see into the room at all so i approach it. i look inside the room and i can kind of make out in the darkness, a person on a bed. the persons torso and legs are under the blanket, and as my eyes adjust to the darkness, i can begin to see the face of the person in the bed. the eyes are completely black, and he or she was smiling at me. as my eyes adjust more and more, it seemed that the face's smile was getting deeper and somehow more awful. it didn't move. i could see from the corner of my eye that the lights downstairs turn off, and i'm now standing in the only illuminated room in the house with this thing staring at me.
i immediately wake up after noticing the lights on the staircase shutting off.