Dream? (Ending)

After some time, you wake up in the middle of the household, it's shining light outside. You look at yourself, you look completely fine and totally not like a cum-balloon. Was this all a dream? you ask yourself. But you feel something wet in your mouth and taste the hint of mint. You sit up on the hard wood floor. You see your trusty EMF meter, crack but otherwise fine on the floor near you. But the real catch is that you see no ghost around and the house does not seem haunted one bit...

Sara's fingers instinctively went to her lips. They were plump, yes, but... different. Puffier, as if they'd retained the shape of being stretched around something impossibly large. The taste of mint was still there, a phantom flavor coating her tongue. She pushed herself up, her knees wobbling slightly. The house was silent. The oppressive, watchful feeling was gone. Sunlight streamed through the grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. It was just... an old, empty house.

She picked up her EMF meter. The screen was a spiderweb of cracks, but when she switched it on, the needle lay flat and dead. No spike. No flicker. Nothing. She walked through the rest of the house, her footsteps echoing in the profound quiet. Every room was empty. Cold, but empty. Mary was gone.. or was it just a dream? As you leave the house, you take one last look back at the house, before continuing your path back home..