My grandmother lives there. She died when I was still 6 months old. My mother said I am her favorite grandchild because we have many similarities with my mom, her favorite daughter. Grandma used to carry me when she was still alive. Even if I have not barely seen her, I love her for raising my mom. I also know she loves me until now, I felt it, she is dead but she had let me feel it...
I was broken-hearted that day. I saw him--- the man I was seriously devoted ---with another girl, laughing, having a good time. He saw me and did not bother telling me what was happening. It was like rubbing salt in a wound.
Night came and as I lie in bed, tears were falling continuously. I could not help the feeling of resentment and anger, as if Nemesis entered my soul. I could not tell anyone about what I felt: my friends were asleep by that time; my sister was away from me and I could not call her just to disturb while she was studying; my mom did not live also in our home because she was working and I knew she was busy and; my father Poseidon was attending his duties underwater, I could not afford to have his presence just to listen to my story
. Minutes passed and the power of Hypnos controlled me. The negative feeling made me sleep.
It happened on the dawn of November 30. I was facing the wall of my room, lying in bed. I was awakened by the loud running steps. The steps came from the sala, until it went to the door of my room, opened it and continued running. It stopped as it reached my bed and I can feel that the owner of the steps was standing behind me. I was frightened for I am afraid of ghosts or paranormal entities and I knew that it was not a human. Its presence was weird.
I did not have the strength to run. I did not bother myself to peep and see the image standing behind me. Panic and horror ran down my spine. It stood there for a minute or two then it moved. It inserted its hands--- no, not common hands! The shape was different. I felt them like long roots of a tree. Rough and hard ---in the space between me and the bed. Its rare hands bended and covered me. It lifted me no more than 6 inches as I estimated. My eyes were still closed. I could feel the air passing, I was not in bed anymore. It lifted me not more than five seconds and then it was swaying me back and forth. The movement was careful and so meticulous. It swayed me not more than a minute and after, it placed me back in my bed. I still could not have the guts to open my eyes. It stood behind me for 3 seconds and I waited for it to walk away but it did not. I just felt its presence vanished. I heard a single step nomore. I was shivering and my power came back. I took my phone and checked the time. I saw it was 3:11AM.
I shared the story to my mom when morning came. I got the instincts that maybe that was grandma, and as I was telling her what happened, our intuition went mutual. Maybe because granny knew what I was going through, or maybe she missed me, or maybe she wanted to let me know that somebody cares for me, and it was her. As I thought about it, I was glad because I was lucky, perhaps Thanatos, the Death god, had let her come back to our world just for a little time to comfort me and to let me feel her love.
The lesson I learned about this is that love can conquer everything, even if you are alive or dead, everything will be done just to let your love be felt. That is the power of Cupid. Never think that nobody loves you, because even the smallest pain you felt, somebody out there can feel it, too.
"Love is on every side... And one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you." ~Cupid, Heroes of Olympus: House of Hades
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