Dream--3 Kids and a Ghost

Parish house, larger than life with little furniture.
Chuck haunting the house, luring three children to the door.
1st is a retarded boy who explains that he was lured there by someone who lives there. He leaves.

I find a little girl's bike wedged in the front door jam and search for the owner in bathrooms, recalling my own tragic need to pee as a four-year-old child. I had entered without knocking into a neighbor's home to pee when confronted by the owner's explanation that I need to knock first...scarring me to tears that I may be locked out of any given home. I aim to find this little girl and more effectively explain etiquette without making her cry. After searching the bathrooms, I don't find her. I figure she is not really there when suddenly she materializes before me in the hall. It is the little girl in the yellow dress that haunted Parish, but claiming that her aunt Marilyn abandoned her after seeing Chuck outside and making some sort of deal. She was told previously that this was her uncle's house and thought I was her uncle. I pried for her info: asked where her parents were, who who parents were, where she grew up, when she was a little girl who she lived with, etc. All of my inquiries were met with the same response "I don't know."
A ring rolled down the hall that was understandably Chuck's. I knew he was here. Gathering what I might need for me and the girl, I rushed around the house while Chuck made threats to kill us. I grabbed a knife and started swinging it around, somehow I cut off Chuck's hand, making it visible. I pick up a poker for wider range and swing it aimlessly about, hoping to hit him. The girl points out that I am swinging at nothing inquisitively. I learn after a brief exchange that she can see Chuck and urge her loudly to tell me every move he makes so I can track him. I swing, the poker sticks in the air while blood spurts from mid-air. The poker falls to the ground. Chuck becomes visible; dead. The little girl disappears. I labor over whether to call the police as I have just killed a ghost.
A knock on the door is a little boy who is very precocious looking. He keeps asking to come in. I keep telling him lies to keep him out which he keeps calling me on as a liar. He stares me down as if to say that he won't leave until he hears the truth about why he can't come in. I swing the door open out of frustration to reveal the dead body as the reason I would not grant him entry. He simply and sincerely says "thank you." He disappears.