This happened a week or two ago and now, I really want to share with you guys what had happened to me.
Every weekend, I'd go to my aunt's house which is my mom's sister and stay there for 2 days. My aunt's lost his husband a few months ago and all home alone at home. She indeed has children but all of them are married and lived far away from her.
I lived near to her's, so that wont be a problem.
So, every weekend, i'd spend my time with her and be her good accompany. I love being there too. Good house, good food, luxurious and anything so i'm not arguing after all.
One day, when I went to her house like I usually did, I found out that my grandma was there too for a sleepover. I didnt feel weird or anything because well, she wanted to sleep there, so what can i do anyway?
My grandma was 83 years old. She got sick more oftenly as she grew older day by day. One day, you know, she was healthy. She laughed, she chatted like there's no tommorow. She walked by herself.
And one day, she got sick. She barely eat. She couldnt even talk. She laid in her bed, sleep and sleep. I guess, she's like that. So, we never take anything seriously.
Back to the story, As soon as i got there, we talked for hours, we ate together. I told them both about my school , my life and what's happening. We talked and talked until midnight.
We went to sleep a lil bit late that night.
But it was weekend, I wanted to watch some series sitcom before going to sleep.So, i decided to not going upstairs to sleep in my room. Instead, I took a pillow and blanket from the guest room and put it on the couch while setting up the tv. It was almost 1 am and the house was very quiet. You could even hear the very tiny sound from bugs, im serious.
My aunt was sewing clothes on the upstairs ( she was a tailor) while my grandma was downstairs with me. She was supposed to sleep with my aunt but she didnt want to climb up just to hurt her kneels, so she slept downstairs.
She slept on a mattress, not that far from me and was nearer to the kitchen. I dont know why but I wasnt mad about it because she liked that way. Mattress and a lil bit away and cornered to the side.
I started watching the whatever i wanted to watch. The atmosphere was chilly and quiet enough to watch some romantic movies. Just got the feeling, quick as ever, I lost in my world and as far as i knew, it was 3.30 am. My last movie was still on going so i decides to finish it then go to sleep.
Long movies made my throat felt dry and it seemed like i have to wet it with some cold ice juices. I got up and went straight to the dark kitchen to grab some juices and maybe snacks. I didnt bother to turn on the lights because it might disturbed grandma who was sound sleeping.
I grabbed what i needed before heading back to the couch. In my way back to the place, at one point, I heard something or even someone's talking in a low voice which is more to whispering. I wanted to ignore but it disturbed me. But, I couldnt understand the words.
I muted the television, i held my breath and tried to listen to the weird sound while sitting on the couch with my eyes looking around. I hope it was from outside because at least i knew, it might be cats or anything. Unfortunately, I was really sure, the sound was in the house. Near to me.
But, who the fuck talk in the middle of night? Sure, it is a logic thing but not in my circumstance. There were only 3 of us in this house and I believed, I was the only one who still awake. The house was all dark and the only thing I could see was the wide screen in front of me which gave the only source of light that time.
I held my breath again and heard it, a lil bit more obvious. And, I knew where it came from. It started to terrify me.
I slowly looked at my grandma who was sleeping in the dark, near the kitchen. I couldn't see her face but i could see her blanket and body shape. She wasn't moving and I believed she was sleeping. But, why did i heard that unexplainable sound from that way? She wasnt the one who sleep talking. I know her, I grew up with her so the thoughts of her, talk in sleep, disturbed me so much, i couldnt brain it.
I wasnt convinced so i walked a few step closer to her and tried to find the answer. I was sure the faint sound was coming from her.
And i took the wrong step.
I heard and saw she talked to someone in the dark. Someone i didn't even know was happened to be there. With us, in the house. I couldn't recall whether my aunt had her friend to stay over. No, i couldnt.
The dim lights from television's screen, helped me see her face in the dark.
Her eyes were wide open, so unusual. Her lips were curled a little bit. She looked at one direction and I didnt have that strength to look at the way. At one point, she looked like a mannequinn. She was frozed. She's pale in the dark.
And i realized, I fucking hate mannequinn.
She talked in a monotone voice. Like she was talking to me, talking to a person. But the person, wasnt me. It was someone else.
I swear, all the cold blood stung in my body. I felt cold and froze for like a second. Those chilly air that wasnt there before ,were now surrounded me.
I heard she said,
"Don't play here" "Go away, what do you want?" "Don't smile like that"
Few words from her made me stumble on my feet like crazy before I walked back to the couch. I turned off the tv . I left it all alone and walked as fast as i could to the upstairs. I felt bad to leave her alone but I couldnt help the creepy feeling from her words.
First, who the hell she talked to while there was only me?
Second, when the unwelcomed thoughts hit me that time, there was adrenaline stung under my skin. It was creepy to see her mannequinn-like-expression. It was unexplainable.
I ended up sleeping in my room, upstairs at 5.
In the morning, I woke up, feeling uneasy to eat with my grandma, alone. My aunt was cooking and left both of us. She looked like usual. Nothing weird. She ate like usual and talked to me. I still felt uneasy. I tried to talk to my aunt about last night but, i needed to get the right time.
As i went to my aunt, i told her about my grandma last night. I told her everything. She looked concern and shocked. but she convinced me that grandma was sleep-talking. Nothing serious. She was old, things happened.
My aunt said. I was absolutely not convinced at all. Sleep talking with weird expression?
However, during days, I talked and read paper with my grandma. I tried to put away the thoughts. Maybe my aunt was true, she was sleep talking. Things happen even the weirdest one.
But, holy fuck. I couldn't. I kept imagining those creepy things whenever I saw her read the paper while looking at her side and talked to someone. Sometimes, she laughed and tried to brush away the 'things'. It scared me to the hell when she kept looking at my side, like the 'things' were there, beside me.
It terrified me and my aunt, were now believed what i told her.
But, something made me couldn't sleep. It happened at night. Early night , as soon as she walked out from the toilet.
(P/s: I'll continue this later, part 2)
Sorry for my bad eng
Submitted March 09, 2017 at 05:15AM by daizypots http://ift.tt/2m2aEpa
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