The Bookshelves Collapse Inwards! (night of 09/04/2016)

There is a house in the distance, on the edges of the wood, surrounded by trees. The ground is covered with autumn leaves. The house is painted white, large and is abandoned - or at least empty.
I am back in Kinloss - though it bears little in reality to Kinloss. The white house and surrounding woods - the latter somehow connected to Burnside - is situated where the burn runs down from the VG to the old abbey.
Though this is in no way a lucid dream, I am vaguely aware that I am dreaming.
I know the house is the epicentre of all the hauntings in Kinloss - those hauntings I spent my childhood 'investigating'. I am anxious that I do not wake up too soon. I run toward the house, trying not to think that this is a dream. On the far side of the house - beyond some trees - there is a high wall - on the other side of this wall there is a 'modern' (1970s / 1980s) apartment building that is remniscent certain buildings in Ickenham. I ignore these, and follow an odd interior face which tells me to plunge right through tangled undergrowth - perhaps having to traverse some kind of pond as well?
There.
I am confronted with the house.
Close-up it is nowhere near as beguiling as it was in the distance. Far more modern for one thiong, and though undoubtedly haunted there is a desolate empty feel about it all. I descend a slope and find myself in some kind of ground floor / basement level beneath the house - closed and not enclosed at the same time. The damp floor is littered with rubbish - shelves. boxes - a tangle of abandoned materials. From the corner of my eye I think I see a small figure - but this figure always resolves itself into the jumble of rubbish that is scattered about. I try to find a way to access the main part of the house, but the closest I get is a stairway leading upwards.
The house feels haunted and dangerous - but haunted in an odd, empty way, remniscent of depression.
I start flinging things to the ground. I want to destroy the house, end the haunting. I push in books on bookshelves, watch them fall into hollow spaces behind the bookcases. 'The bookcases collapse inwards!' I find myself shouting, as if this one line explains just how haunted and dangerous the house is.