I saw it in a dream

Chapter 1

The wind blows in my face howling like a wolf does to the moon at its fullest. The Canadian winter is one I have experienced many times and hope I never have to again. I lost the feeling in my fingertips a long time ago and doubt I'll get the feeling back anytime soon. I'm walking home from school and I know exactly what's going to happen. I'm going to get home, do my chores, go to my room and read. Same thing every night although slightly different each day I suppose. But it's alright, routine I mean. I don't mind the same thing happening every day it takes away from the stress of change. I approach my door step and reach into my coat pocket, fishing out my keys. I try to open my door but my fingers fumble with the keys because my hands are frozen. Finally I get the door open and practically throw myself inside. I drop my backpack on the ground and immediately turn up the heat. My hands slowly start to defrost. I pick up my backpack and head to my room, grabbing a granola bar from the pantry on my way up. I grab my laptop and sit at my desk. I open it up and go onto my class website. My teacher posted an assignment for us to complete, we have to write a two page story about a mix of two things. Which sounds confusing so let me simplify it. Let's say you're a fan of magic and adventure. You have to write a two page story about those topics and it has to be obvious enough for the teacher to guess what genres you choose. I decide to write about mystery and horror.
After about half an hour of typing and editing I have what I think is a good story. I decide I'll proof read it one more time then do my chores.
I read:
The basement was always one of those places you never went unless you had to. There was a noise always coming from under the stairs but after checking, the source of it is still unknown. As I creep down the squeaky staircase, my heart pounds in my chest. There is something down here and I'm sure of it. But what is it? I finally step off the stairs and onto the unfinished floor, there is a thin layer of dust mixed with strange puddles of a dark fluid. I go to turn on the lights but the switches haven't worked in years. I was foolish to think they would now. I approach the pantry, I can't see much because the only available light comes from my iPhone flashlight. I reach out to grab the doorknob that leads into the storage room and-.
I decide to finish in the middle of a sentence to emphasize the mystery of it. I close my laptop and get up to do my chores. I turn on the radio in my room and start cleaning, then sweeping, then I go downstairs to clean the kitchen. It doesn't take me that long, I finish quickly then I go upstairs to read. Right now I'm reading Romeo And Juliet, it's probably one of my favourite books. I hear the sound of my phone ringing and get up to find it. When I do I see that my mom is trying to call me. I answer the phone and my mom picks up, she has a slight Scottish accent because she was born in Scotland and lived there until she was five. She learned to talk there. Her mom was Scottish but her dad was Canadian. That's why she ended up moving here to Canada.
"Hi Mom." I answer, the response comes shortly after but my mom sounds like she's talking to someone else not me.
"You can't take our house, it's the only thing we have!" I hear my moms voice say.
What's going on? My mom is famous for sitting on her phone and calling people be accident. I know I should hang up but I don't, like most times my curiosity gets the better of me. I need to find out who my moms talking to, and what they're talking about.