u/Mr_shnider

After a full year of suffering… my grandmother passed away. A year in which she fought cancer with everything she had left, until she finally gave in. Her funeral was strange… quick… as if it were something everyone wanted to finish without truly understanding it. And today, as I write this memory, I know that the mourning period has ended. But the grief… hasn’t. Over the past week, I saw my grandfather in a way I had never seen him before. The man who used to fill the house with laughter and jokes… was now drowning in a heavy silence. Even his friends tried to pull him out of it. They invited him to go out, to sit with them… but he refused. He spent his entire day lying on my bed, lost in thought, as if reliving a lifetime that had suddenly come to an end. I saw my uncles cry in front of me for the first time… They had lost their mother, and nothing could ease that kind of loss. As for my mother… She hadn’t eaten properly for an entire week. Her body had grown weak, as if grief itself was slowly consuming her. During the mourning period, my mother and I stayed at my grandfather’s house. Then she decided that we would leave our home for a while and remain here… until his condition improved. I wasn’t happy… but I wasn’t sad either. I always stay with my mother wherever she goes. My grandmother’s death was a psychological shock to me. My mother said it might affect me in the future… but I don’t think so. Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe… I just don’t understand yet. My mother said it might affect me later. I know words fail to describe my family’s condition, but I was certain of one thing… I would be staying in this house for a long time. My grandfather’s condition… was far from good. I don’t know why, but that day, I noticed something strange about my grandfather’s house. It had changed. It had become dark… unsettling… even though it used to be full of life. I felt something I had never felt before. A strange, heavy sensation… like a warning. A signal telling me to leave this place and go back home. I wish I had. That day passed normally… but that feeling never left me. And what made me certain that the coming days wouldn’t be good… was the dream I had that night. Or maybe… it wasn’t a dream. It felt more like a vision. I saw my grandmother. Dead. She was banging her head against a wall… violently… inside a room I had never seen before. Then I saw my mother… crying. And I saw my grandfather. They were bringing me food from somewhere… then I saw my grandfather’s house being demolished… completely destroyed. The vision ended with something… A being. It wasn’t human… and it wasn’t an animal. Something… different. Something… terrifying. It came closer to me… and said: “No matter what happens… do not open the hidden door on the roof.” I woke up immediately. I was sweating heavily. I started looking for my mother… but she wasn’t in her usual place. I checked the next room… but she wasn’t there either. Where did my mother go…? To be continued