No matter how hard I try, I just can't fall asleep. After staying in my bed for what seemed like an eternity, I decide that any further attempts at sleeping will be futile. So, I turn the lights on.
It takes a while for my eyes to get used to the sudden brightness. Slowly, I begin differentiating everything in my room. I stand up to get my laptop. If I can't sleep, I might as well see the latest episodes of my favorite tv show, right?
After three episodes, I feel myself getting sleepy... I close the laptop, and turn the lights off. I was preparing myself to sleep, getting all comfy in my bed, when I heard a voice, low as if someone was whispering.
I would have fainted out of fear if I didn't recognize who was talking. But, that's grandma's voice. I stood up, turning on the light of my room again. Darkness has never been my friend. I thought that the fear of it will disappear when I grew older… I couldn't have been more wrong.
I walk through the dark hallway, cursing under my breath the broken light bulb. I forgot to tell dad to fix it, and because of that, outside of my room everything is pitch black. I hurry my pace, until I'm almost running towards the light at the end of the corridor. The light that comes out of grandma's bedroom.
As I got near, I slow down. If I entered at that speed, she'd be too shocked. Surprises at that age might be lethal. She was still talking when I got near the door. Before, I wasn't able to distinguish what she was saying, but now I can understand her words completely.
"He prowls around like a roaring lion… He is seeking someone to devour," I hear her. I'll have to correct myself: I know what she is saying, but I have no idea what that means. Somehow, it sounds familiar, and it's extremely creepy. I'm tempted to turn around, and run to my room. But, grandma is very old, she shouldn't be awake at this hours. She might need me.
I enter the room, and as soon as I do, she stops talking. I approach with caution, her memory is not as it used to be, so she probably doesn't recognize me now. She doesn't bother looking at me though. She's just sitting there, in her maple rocking chair, moving back and forth.
"Grandma, who are you talking to? You should be sleeping," I say, breaking the absolute silence. I got closer, and I almost scream when I see the long, and flattened animal on her lap. A centipede. I hate those things. I go to her nightstand where I find some tissues. I turn around, with a disgusted face on, I can't believe that I have to get close to that.
"Grandma!" I do shout this time. She is standing in front of me, very close actually. Lord! She scared me. She's looking straight into my eyes, but I don't feel like she is really seeing me. I can't explain it very well, but somehow her eyes seem to be focused on something else.
I take a deep breath, trying to return my heartbeat to normal. I grab her by the shoulders and guide her towards the bed. I take a look at the floor to see if I can spot the horrendous animal, but it is nowhere on sight. I cover grandma with some blankets, and kiss her in the forehead before turning the lights off.
That night I dreamt of huge centipedes suffocating me, and woke up screaming in the morning. What a great way to start the day! On top of that, it's Sunday. And, Sunday means family day. It starts with Church, then an evening full of board games, and finishes with all of us eating dinner together. I've labeled this day as the perfect time for being a hypocrite. I do love my family, but this is just a sad attempt to make us close, when, in reality, we spend the other six days of the week acting as if we didn't know each other. I'm used to it already, so it's fine.
Unluckily for me, there's a party today, but instead of going, I have to continue with my Sunday routine. I "can't be disloyal to the family", as mom calls it. And, so far I'm getting near to bankruptcy in Monopoly. I hate Sundays. I did remind to tell dad about the light bulb, but apparently it is a problem with the cables or something that won't get fixed until tomorrow. This day couldn't be going any better.
It's dinner time, and my little brother, Skylar, just finished saying grace. I look at grandma, she's sitting at the table, eating her soup. I remember yesterday's scene, and the image of the centipede appears in my mind. I am not hungry anymore. However, I have to eat or mom will definitely ground me. I'm curious about something though.
"Grandma, who were you talking to last night?" I ask. Dad gives me a hard look.
"Lucy," grandma responds, to everyone's surprise.
"Who's Lucy?" I ask again, but this time she doesn't answer immediately. However, after a while, she does.
Dad then goes on with his monologue on us being more comprehensive with her because she was sick. I know she is, but I doubt asking will do any harm. In his eyes, I'm forcing her to answer something she can't, for me, I'm just simply asking harmlessly out of curiosity. Grandma scared me pretty badly yesterday, I should at least have the right to ask. I am aware it wasn't her fault, but still.
I wake up again at midnight, and just like yesterday, I decide to watch some episodes. They take an eternity to load, so I change my opinion. I'll see them later I guess.
"Lucy," I hear. What the… I turn around, and see grandma at my bedroom's door frame. She's just standing there, looking at something in her hand. Once again, my heart skips a beat. I know I'm pathetic for being scared of my own grandma, but she has acted very oddly, and I've seen enough horror movies.
"Grandma, what are you doing here?" I stand up, extremely relieved that the light is on. I walk towards her, but jump back as soon as I see what she is holding. A shiver runs down my back.
"Grandma, why are you holding that?" I ask, but take no further steps. When I said I hated centipedes, I meant it.
"Lucy," she says once again. I'm getting really tired of the Lucy thing now.
"Lucy is not here grandma," I might as well follow her little game. If that will make her go back to bed, so be it.
"Yes, she is." This time she does focus her eyes in my direction, but it seems as if she is looking at something behind me. I swallow hard, now I am dead scared.. She raises her wrinkled hand, which is trembling, and points to where she is seeing.
I turn around very slowly, and just as her hand, trembling. The lights suddenly turn off, and everything is dark. I can't see anything. I try to scream, but not a single sound will come out of my mouth. I want to cry now, I want my daddy here!
I can't breathe properly, and I'm shaking badly. But, that's it. I can't move my feet, or cry. I hear something moving, it's a barely audible sound. It's getting closer and closer, I can sense it. I close my eyes tightly, and start praying. I feel something on my legs, moving quickly up. I try to scream even harder. The elongated creature reaches my neck, and curls around it. Then, it's no longer there. In it's place, I can feel hands... Wrinkled and cold human hands.
I open my eyes again, and in front of me there's grandma. She's smiling, as she tightens her grip on my neck. I can't breathe! I try to stop her, but I'm still paralyzed. Her eyes are now looking straight at mine.
"Lucy needs you," she whispers several times. I'm desperately trying to get some air, but she's holding me too tightly. It should be impossible for her to have this strength.
I can feel my body getting lighter, and I suddenly remember why her words yesterday sounded familiar. She was quoting the Bible, and Lucy… It wasn't really Lucy, it was Lucifer. My head starts to spin, and I can no longer keep my eyes focused on her face. Black spots cover my vision, until there's nothing but darkness.
"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour."
-1 Peter 5:8