Ordinary Life That Turned Into a Nightmare
Grandma was an unremarkable old woman who lived with my mother and me. The moment I entered first grade, a stroke struck her. From that day her health deteriorated: she began to suffer, her vision faded, and her mind grew clouded. Seven years later she was completely paralyzed, blind, and deaf.
A Whisper From the Shadows
One almost‑silent afternoon she called my mother over, pointed a trembling finger at the corner of the room and whispered:
“Why are such little children walking here alone?”
We dismissed it as nonsense and ignored the warning.
Ghosts in Her Room
A week later, despite her total blindness and paralysis, Grandma started rising from the bed and speaking with children only she could see. Relatives who had died years before began to appear on her “playground.” My mother and I were seized by panic.
The Final Call From a Dead Sister
Grandma’s sister, with whom we barely kept in touch, phoned us. Her son told her that his mother had been on the brink of death for two days. We rushed to the apartment, but Grandma became violent, screaming that strangers were pulling her into a “pit.” In a desperate burst of strength she dragged an old Soviet wardrobe to the window and shattered the oak bed.
Fear of the Mirror
In the hallway stood a large mirror. Blind and terrified, Grandma tried to locate it, curling into a corner and shrieking that the glass was filled with “many people” who wanted something from her.
The Priest and the Endless Cycle
We called a priest. Even he could not calm the old woman—she would fall asleep like an angel, only to awaken after a day or two and repeat the same horrors. Two years later, Grandma finally died.
A Spectral Dream on Epiphany
On the night of Epiphany I dreamed of Grandma in her beloved nightgown, standing alone on a children’s playground. She begged me to “take her” because she was bored. Then she gave precise instructions about which objects to place at a crossroads and what words to utter, promising to return. She warned that if I obeyed, a family member would die. I awoke in terror, but the next day the details had already slipped from my memory.
The Last Visit in a Dream
On the third day she appeared again, still in the nightgown, urging me to fulfill her will. I refused firmly, and after that she never visited my dreams again.
What Remains After All This?
Doctors, police, and the priest could not explain the events. We live with the feeling that something malevolent lurks behind the walls of our ordinary apartment, capable of draining the life from even the strongest people. This story reminds us that those we love most can become unwitting guides to a world inhabited by forgotten souls.
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