I always knew there was something wrong with my beloved grandmother. It started when she began rambling about a ‘creature.’
“It follows me,” she would whisper.
Her grey skin would become infinitely grayer.
“It talks to me,”
Her pupils dilated.
So, as any loving family would have done we assumed she was just ‘losing it’ and decided to put her in a home. Every now and again I visit my beloved grandmother and find her sitting in her chair talking to the empty room. She would turn to me and try to say something but instantly. She would tell me what she saw every night.… Read the rest