A couple of years ago, something intense happened that I really need to share. I’m a bit tipsy right now, so please excuse the way I write. I took too many edibles (all legal, of course). But I promise you, this story is completely true.<\/p>\n
During the Christmas holidays, I was visiting my grandma with my six-year-old daughter. To me, my grandma is like a saint, which is why it\u2019s hard to tell this story due to its darker, somewhat disturbing parts. Yet, I feel it’s crucial to share because no one knows me or my grandma.<\/p>\n
It started as an ordinary evening. We settled down in the guest room while my grandma snoozed in her chair, which is where she prefers to sleep. In the middle of the night, the security alarm blared, jolting me awake in panic because I feared an intruder might be present.<\/p>\n
For context, my grandma has a knack for waking at the slightest movement I make in the guest room. She often checks on me, always offering food\u2014amazing, home-cooked meals, often fresh from her garden. So, it was completely baffling when neither my daughter nor my grandma stirred at the ear-splitting sound of that alarm. It was incredibly loud, and there\u2019s no way it didn\u2019t wake them.<\/p>\n
I rushed to the alarm panel to talk to the security assistant, nearly blinded by the bright light coming from the porch, where ancient windows opened with a hand-cranked tool. I was trying to explain the situation, unsure if it was a false alarm or a real break-in, but the operator dismissed me and labeled it a false alarm, then hung up on me.<\/p>\n
In a moment of desperation, I rearmed the system, only for it to go off again at the same window. The bright light made it impossible to see anything. That window was right next to where we were all sleeping. It wasn\u2019t until then that I realized my grandma and daughter hadn\u2019t woken up yet. This only deepened my confusion as I witnessed the flickering lights in the living room and above the garage door.<\/p>\n
I reset the alarm again, knowing it shouldn’t trigger unless there was an actual attempt to break in. It dawned on me that they hadn\u2019t rushed in, worried and concerned, like they usually would. My grandma looked completely out of it\u2014mouth agape, unlike her usual self. I checked her vitals to ensure she was alive. The moment I stepped into the living room, my heart sank. My grandma\u2019s tongue was protruding from her mouth in a way I’d never seen before. She was breathing, but something was definitely off. I felt an unsettling instinct that something sinister had transpired with my family.<\/p>\n
When the alarm blared for a third time, I found myself deeply uneasy. It was as if something surreal was happening. The flickering lights above us were mesmerizing and disconcerting all at once. I stayed rooted to the porch for an undetermined amount of time, feeling trapped in that strange reality. I grabbed a scrap of paper and scribbled \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d on it.<\/p>\n
I opened the window slightly and placed the note on the bush outside, but there was no response.<\/p>\n
My behavior started becoming erratic, and I don\u2019t want to delve into that too much\u2014it was all so odd. The police came the next day, as did the security team to check the alarms. I can\u2019t quite recall whether it was the next day or the day after that when the security guy arrived.<\/p>\n
In a twist of fate, I woke up to the delicious smell of breakfast the following morning\u2014eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen. Everything turned out to be fine; my grandma and daughter were healthy and unharmed.<\/p>\n
I just needed to share this experience because it still weighs heavily on me. I think I’ve developed some issues from that night, but I\u2019m resilient and generally okay. I feel compelled<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"