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.
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’s 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.
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.
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—amazing, 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’s no way it didn’t wake them.
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.
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’t until then that I realized my grandma and daughter hadn’t woken up yet. This only deepened my confusion as I witnessed the flickering lights in the living room and above the garage door.
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’t rushed in, worried and concerned, like they usually would. My grandma looked completely out of it—mouth 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’s 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.
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 “What do you want?” on it.
I opened the window slightly and placed the note on the bush outside, but there was no response.
My behavior started becoming erratic, and I don’t want to delve into that too much—it was all so odd. The police came the next day, as did the security team to check the alarms. I can’t quite recall whether it was the next day or the day after that when the security guy arrived.
In a twist of fate, I woke up to the delicious smell of breakfast the following morning—eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen. Everything turned out to be fine; my grandma and daughter were healthy and unharmed.
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’m resilient and generally okay. I feel compelled
Thank you for sharing your story. It sounds like an incredibly intense experience, and I can only imagine how alarming it must have been to feel that sense of danger while not knowing what was happening with your loved ones. It’s good that you were able to check on your grandma and daughter amidst all that fear, and I’m relieved to hear that they were fine in the end.
It’s completely understandable to want to share something that has rattled you so deeply. Sometimes, putting it out there helps in processing the emotions and thoughts tied to it. It sounds like you were caught in a surreal situation, and your instincts kicked in to protect your family. Whether or not others believe your experience, what matters is how it impacted you.
If you’re feeling like you still have unresolved feelings about that night, it might help to talk to someone who can really listen and support you, whether it’s a professional or someone you trust. Thank you again for opening up; it takes courage to share.