First of all I would like to apologise for my English because you see I'm from Greece and I'm 15 years old. My name's Mikaella and the story I'm about to tell is dated back 5 years ago, when my grandfather died.
My grandfather's cancer was diagnosed suddenly. We knew he was not very healthy (I mean he woke up in the middle of the night to smoke cigarettes and then went back to sleep!) but we never thought he would die so quickly. He died within 6 months of being diagnosed with bone cancer. The last three days he didn't speak at all and I don't believe that it was because of his illness but he didn't have anything to say. When a night before he died I entered his room I saw him sleeping, sat beside him and cried quietly so I would not wake him up. He opened his eyes and told me not to be worried and not cry because he'll be always there. I was very little to understand what he said so I hugged him and fell asleep in his arms. The next morning my mother woke me up and said not to look at my grandpa. He was cold and hadn't moved at all. He died. I didn't cry nor worry about him as he said so.
After his death my parents told me to stay with my grandmother because she needed me and I agreed because to me my grandmother is my guardian angel.
Almost five months after his death I were sleeping in my grandfather's bed with my grandmother when the most horrifying screaming woke me up: my grandmother was standing in the door watching something and screaming very hard. The room was very cold and though the heat was on I could see my frozen breath. I went beside her and told her calmly to stop screaming and to tell me what was going on. She turned to me with tears on her face and told me: "Don't you see it? Tell me you do please!" and pointed at the end of the hallway. "See what grandma?" It was then that I felt something passing me by. I didn't need more than that to understand what had just happened. I put my grandmother back to sleep and lay down beside her so that she could calm down.
The next morning I tried to explain to my mother what happened but she didn't believe me and I don't blame her. My grandmother has forgotten pretty much everything from that night... I don't know why but she erased everything from that incident or at least that's what she keeps telling me...I've moved out from her house and live with my parents. I lived with her 3 years and I stop by to see her everyday. But what happens at nights? Who will be there to calm her down like I did?
Her scream was the most terrible thing I have ever heard... I can still hear it inside my head! I want him out of her life...He's gone anyway, why does he keep torturing her?