The dream goes as follows: I, along with a few other people, are on some kind of trip when we get into an accident. The other driver is fine and disappears. One of us needs a doctor, so we head up the road and come across this older looking house. We go up to the door and knock, but find that no one answers. Thinking that it's abandoned, we go in and are shocked to find what lays inside.
The entire house is dedicated with what we think are plastic faces- Human faces. They're every where and make up everything. A long stair case lays right in front of the door, and even it is covered with faces. Webs and dust lay heavily, and we all go in search of a phone, though we stay together some what.
Up the stairs are several rooms, all of which are decorated with the strange faces, but we find no phone. Soon after searching the house, we decide to leave because the whole place is just too terrifying, but when we go downstairs, we find the door to be locked.
The guys with us try every way to open the door, especially since all of the windows are boarded over inside and out, and there are no other doors. We find one place we never saw before, a door under the staircase, presumably going to the basement. With not other choice, we go down the stairs and find a horrifying sight.
A laboratory is set up under the house, complete with large freezers, vats of various liquids that smell suspiciously like formaldahyde and alcohol, and a cabinet full of odd medical instruments. A few body parts are in the freezers, and a man's head sits in a jug of dark liquid. In the basement, there are no webs or dust, and it looks like it has been freshly cleaned.
Realizing this, we all make a mad dash for the front door, but a man has been watching us unseen. He is tall, and where's a plain white mask, with unkept dark hair that falls around his face. His clothes are tattered but clean, and scratches cover his bared forearms and hands. In those hands are two large curved knives that are clean enough to operate with.
Like all horror movies, we run and try to fight, but only one gets out of the house and only makes it to the front gate before she is killed. He takes our bodies and treats them so they are perfectly preserved and adds our parts to his house of faces.
The killer has several mental disorders, and most of the scratches on his arms are from himself. He kills people and uses their bodies as furniture because he is alone, and keeping them in his house forever, he thinks that he will not be alone.