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I woke to a loud noise that disturbed my sweet sleep, rubbing my eyes to see what was making such loud noise. I slept with my sister since she learned to speak fluently. I grab her hand to find her sleeping peacefully. I was relieved that she was still in bed. But what was that sound or my ears were ringing?
It was a warm night. Trees flutter as gentle breezes blow from the south. The room was dark but a lit road lamp filtered through the window. I can figure out the small details of the room. It is scary to get out of bed. My throat is dry. The water bottle is also empty. I will run to the kitchen and bring back another water bottle, a tiny bit of work. Should I ask mom to bring water to me? No, you are a big girl. You can do it. So with shaky courage, I stepped towards the door that led to the kitchen.
Maybe I should go to sleep. I have come halfway through the hallway. I ran forward and grabbed a water bottle to quench my thirst. I feel much more relieved that nothing like a ghost came out as showed in horror movies.
I feel I forgot something but what?
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Trip
Trip
I have heard this noise a hundred times. I know what this is. Those sneaky wild cats are playing with the garbage bin in the middle of the night. These pesky cats are disturbing my precious sleep. I moved toward the room in a pleasant mood. Why do I feel like someone is watching me? I will run for the bed in my room. But whatever it is, it is following me. No, Am I chased in my own home. The only thought running in my mind is to run to my sister and tightly close my eyes to sleep to wonder in dreamland.
What a fool I am that I didn't go for the room but stumbled towards the storeroom. Now I am scared to even the tick-tick of the clock gives goosebumps. I locked the door and turned on the light. I take some big gulps of air to smoothen my erratic heartbeat. As my heart stopped beating frantically, the lights went off. My heart almost jumped to my hands, so petrifying.
An eerie blue light surrounds the door that lights the room in a bluish hue. I start to sweat profusely. I am frightened that I can't even move my hands to wipe the beady sweats on my forehead. It is the ghost from the horror movies. I haven't killed anyone. Why me? I want to cry rivers and drown in my tears.
I can vaguely see that a figure is forming in the door. The silhouette, wait a minute. My brain almost froze in the realization that it looked similar. I hope that this does not turn out for the worst. I fill my lungs to scream loud, not syllable heard.
"My dear child, don't be afraid. My soul has some time left before I go to the reincarnation cycle. I just wanted to look at everyone for the last time. You are awake", the figure said.
"Grandpa, I missed you," I said as I burst into tears. I am so glad that I can see him even after his death. I almost prayed that I could see him for one time. Now, it was real.
"Please don't cry. I have no more energy. I also missed you, little one", as my grandpa spoke as faded away in the mist. I ran toward the smoke and reached the door of my room. I only saw fluttering of the curtain and then silence. I went to bed and fell face-first. My tears soaked into the pillow as I cried at the death of my grandpa.
My grandpa was a sweet man with a big mustache. His white hair and goofy laugh did stand out from the rest of the family. At the time of his death, he was severely ill. I wish he found his peace after he left us. I thought of him and fell asleep.
The next day, I woke up started to find that my little sister was awake. I ran to my parents. I cry hysterically in their arms. Then I told my parents about my meet-up with grandpa. They said that I was dreaming and hugged me tightly. But no one believed me. I tried to convince them that I woke up to drink some water and saw my grandpa. My dad said that he was working on the computer and slept early in the morning. He never heard of the sound of my steps to the kitchen. My heart was unsettled. Still, I agreed that I only dreamt of my grandpa.
I still feel vexatious whenever I think of that incident. It was one of those horrifying dreams or satisfying nightmares. This episode is the first experience of my realistic dream that gives a scare to roam in the deep night alone.
I think I have forgotten something again. Oh yes. This incident happened on the night of the funeral of my grandpa. It still gives me chills as I remember the event.