The Nightmares

“Good morning grandpa”, I said. “Morning darling,” replied grandpa. Hi, my name is Lena Lemski, I'm a fifteen year old girl living with my grandpa right now. Both of my parents died when I was only a month old. My parents died in a car accident one rainy night, driving home to pick me up from my grandparents, at least that's what they said then. They never told me much about my own parents. I only knew what they looked like from a picture. In the picture we are together in front of a bright red barn, my mom had me cradled in her arms, with my dad's arm around my mother's shoulder. I keep the picture with me everywhere I go.

Only two years ago my grandma died from cancer. She was like a mother to me. But even more  important, she was my best friend.When I was down she would always bring me up. We would sing  together as we worked out on the farm and all around the house. I cried for nights not knowing when I could ever pulll myself together, but my grandpa took it the worst. He wouldn't get out of bed for weeks, leaving me to work around the farm and house and feed us. I could hear him crying every night, I don't know how much in love they were, but from the looks of this, it looks like they were madly in love. I get weaker and weaker as each day goes by, unable to sleep knowing my grandpa is in pain and having to provide for him. But I am there for him everyday.

It's been about a year since my grandma's death, things are getting better. Grandpa is able to do some work on the farm now. He's been talking more everyday, a little more each day, I'm satisfied with the progress he has made. We've also been receiving a little help from people around town. They would bring us some vegetables and meat every once in awhile.

It's been about a year and a half now, it seems that grandpa is getting worse now. He seems to
be getting thinner, and he looks ill. I feel as if he will pass on anytime now, it's a scary feeling. He's getting really pale, white as the clouds in the sky, and he
looks barely alive, he looks dead all the time.

But dreadful things have been happening to me lately. Every night it gets extremely hard to breathe, as if something is pushing against my chest, preventing my from taking a breath. I get hot and agitated every night now. I've been getting horrible nightmares , nightmares of me alone in a dark gothic house. Every one special to me is dead. Laying on the floor right in front of my face, then I hear a loud creepy laugh every five minutes or so. It terrifies me to see and hear this, I wake up panting heavily, wondering if I should I tell grandpa or keep it to myself. He's already going through a lot of pain, why should I put more pressure on him by telling him I'm having trouble sleeping. It's not the same nightmare though, every night there's something else more terrifying.

It's been a month since the first nightmare of my dead family , lying in front of my eyes.

It's much worse now, more intense, more dreadful, and I can't bare it any longer. Last night I had  a dream of my grandma coming up from the ground and chasing me with grandpa's favorite pocket knife. She sliced through grandpa's throat in the kitchen and his blood gushed across my face. She caught me and I thought I was done for, but I was actually happy, it would end quickly. Instead she ties me down to her rocking chair that she use to sit on and relax every night, when she was alive. She tortured me to death, cutting my fingers off, then my hand, next my foot, and on and on, until I bled to death. Such agonizing pain I felt, when it was only a dream, I was screaming for mercy as she sliced away but she stabbed me in the throat, you would think I would be dead already but I was still alive. I woke up gasping for air, as if I were under water, chained to the bottom.

I figured it was enough of this already, but there is nothing for me to do, I cannot tell anybody, I don't want anybody to think I'm going crazy, especially my grandpa, that would kill him in the heart that he's not taking care of me right. I decided to wait a week to see how it would go, then I would tell him. Halfway through the week I had another dream, this time it was about my parents. I was walking through the woods, I have no clue why because I hate the outdoors.  Well I see a nice wooden house and what do you know my parents live there.  They brought me in and we talked for hours as if it was my everyday life. I was exploring around the house and when I came down to the basement I saw a bunch of picture of random people. Then I saw a big metal door and of course I had to look inside. That’s when I woke up, I had no clue what that was all about.

I woke up and started cooking breakfast, pancakes and sausage today. I finished cooking and got my grandpa’s plate ready. “Grandpa, breakfast is done” … “GRANDPA”!!! I screamed. I bursted through his bedroom doors and saw him just laying there. I came up and tapped his shoulder, “grandpa, breakfast is done”, I whispered. He still didn’t move, that’s when I noticed that he was dead.