[Part 5] For many years my father used to warn me to never go in my grandparent's attic. Today I learned why. - An unexpected visitor

www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/3ie9xh/part_4_for_many_years_my_father_used_to_warn_me/ - part 4

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First I’ll start with an apology for the fact that I kept you waiting for so long but you have to understand that being hospitalised for a week or so, it’s not easy and I really didn’t have enough time to sit down and write an update for you. My phone was the only connection I had with you and when I had some time I wrote responses and comments to you. Now that I am finally home I guess I have time to fill you in on what happened the past few weeks. Good news is that I had the chance to sit down and talk to my mother about my situation and she had some interesting things to say regarding the matter. The bad news is that my father and my grandmother are missing and my mother went to the police to file in a missing person report on both. She showed the police the text I got from my father that said he was coming home. According to the police my father’s number was cancelled a day after I was attacked in my grandmother’s house, while a woman matching my grandmother’s description was spotted wandering around town in the middle of the night, stalking people. Last time she was spotted was in the park where a couple saw her standing next to the swing, just starring blankly into the night sky. The boy called the police but before they could catch her she dissapeared into the night.

In this update I will tell you what happened to me in the hospital, while in the next one I will tell you about my conversation with my mother.

So after I woke up in the hospital and saw the picture of my great-grandfather I quickly deduced what was going on. My great-grandfather obviously made some sort of a deal with Bob back in the cave and then built the chest that I saw in the attic. He locked Bob in there for reasons unknown and then burried the key in the backyard of his workshop. Bob obviously wants me to open the chest because he spent a great amount of time showing me these “visions”, even risked his own life for me to see this. I have to say that I share your concerns, I also thought that he was manipulating me into opening the chest so I decided to play it safe. No more heroic stuff from me, I was gonna wait on my father to show up, explain the situation to me and then I will decide on what to do. I took a huge sigh and placed the picture back on the nightstand. I then laid back on my hospital bed and starred silently at the ceiling. This time travel thing must have taken some sort of effect on me because I felt like shit, exhausted beyond normal. My eyes were begining to grow heavy and after a few minutes of me just breathing slowly and starring at the ceiling I fell a sleep.

This is when I had two dreams/visions one after another in succesion. The first one was in a familiar location, I was back in the woods that I saw my great-grandfather running. I was at the place where I was attacked by the other kid back in my first dream. I looked around and I saw that I was surrounded by the dead bodies of soldiers. And not just surrounded, they were arranged in a perfect circle, around me with their heads placed next to my feet. I was standing at the center of the said circle and upon closer inspection I noticed that the dead soldiers were wearing WW I French uniforms. Their bodies were torn to shreds as if a bear had mauled them and their faces were mutilated. “Obviously my great-grandfather couldn’t have done this” , I thought to myself while inspecting the bodies.

What you need to know about my great-grandfather is that he had the reputation of a local hero. My grandfather told me that during WW I my great-grandfather was taken prisoner by the French and was taken to a POW camp, where he managed to escape and return safely back to his squad. Taken into concideration that the POW camp was some 600-700 km away from the place where he was detained in the first place, remembering the exact route back is a unprecedented accomplishment. For his actions he was awarded with a Soldiers Cross for Bravery and after the war he was concidered a war hero in my town and the surrounding villages.

“Who did this to you ?” , I said aloud while touching the body of the soldier beneath me. While I was looking around the bodies for some sort of a clue I heard whispers coming from the cave that was behind me. I quickly stood up and after a few seconds of indecision I followed the whispers. I got inside the cave where it was pitch black. My only landmark being the whisper I followed. After a few minutes of divagation and just following the cave walls, I stumbled upon my great-grandfather having a conversation with a small, white, black eyed child under an opening at the top of the cave which allowed for the full moon to shine bright inside the cave, iluminating the place. Well I already knew who he was but what got my attention was that Bob was obviously frightened, he was shaking uncontrollably, looking around as if he was expecting for someone to show up.

“You’re saying that he will follow me forever ?” , my great-grandfather asked Bob, who was still looking around, panicked.

“Not only you, but your family as well” , Bob said, suprising me that he was even able to speak since this far he was quiet as a church mouse in front of me.

”If you do this for me, you and your family would be safe but he will come back to claim whats his.” , Bob continued not stopping for a second to look around him.

“Claim … hey look at me ... claim what ?” , my great-grandfather asked Bob while grabbing him by the shoulders

After a few minutes of Bob just starring at him, he finally said:

“He needs only one thing, only one child. The youngest born. The perfect host.” – he spewed out but not before the hissing noise came back. Bob and my great-grandfather quickly looked in my direction and after a few seconds of the noise I heard something running towards me. Bob quickly pointed to a place in the darkness of the cave and yelled to my great-grandfather “Run !!! We shall see each other again soon.”

My great-grandfather ran in the direction he was pointed and I followed as well. After a few minutes of me running after my great-grandfather, we reached the exit of the cave. We got out and I starred at my young great-grandfather for some time… I even tried touching him but my hand went straight through him. We both stared at the exit of the cave, expecting for something to show up. Eventually something did show up but it was from the trees around us. A few French soldiers came out of the woods and took my great-grandfather prisoner. “So this is what happened” , I thought to myself as I watch my great-grandfather being taken away.

I was all alone in the woods now, the moon was even brighter then it was back in the cave and it was blowing cold wind. The noise of leafs rustling in the trees and bushes moving around filled the quiet night. I was expecting to wake up in my bed but it never happened. “What’s going on here, why am I not waking up yet ?” , I questioned myself. “Do I have to see something else here ?” I exclaimed to myself again and at that same time I heard something coming out of the cave. I turned my head towards the exit and I saw the red-eyed kid (I am gonna call him Hugo for the rest of the story), with that same grin on his face looking at me, like he knew I was there. “You should run” he muttered as he pointed at me. I quickly turned around and started running through the woods, with Hugo closely following me. I was running for what seemed like a 10 minutes without stopping before I tripped on a root that was coming out of the ground. I quickly got up but I was greeted by an unusual picture. I was in a park. It seemed that it was abandoned a long time ago, with only a swing still standing in the middle of the park. I looked around for a second in the hope of finding where I was but nothing seemed familiar. "I must be dreaming again. But where am I ?" my thoughts were racing.

I got closer to the swing which was moving by itself and before I could reach it I felt a small child run past me, knocking me down on the ground. I got up and I saw Bob swinging on the swing by himself and he apeared to be smiling but not like before, a genuine smile on his face. I aproached him cautiosly. I tried touching the swing or Bob but as before my hand just went straight through him. “There you are, mother was worrying about you” , I heard a voice coming from behind me. As I turned around I saw Hugo aproaching us. He went straight through me and grabbed the swing. “You know that mother gets very upset when you leave us” , he said as he pushed the swing faster and faster. At this point Bob was smiling no more. He had the look of fear on his face. Hugo was pushing him faster and faster until he flew out of the swing and hit the ground. Bob began to sob which amused Hugo as he smiled. “Always weak, no wonder that mother chose me and not you” Hugo chuckled. Bob got up, dusted himself off and aproached Hugo as If he was about to attack him. “What, you’re gonna punch me ? You’re too weak to do it, you’ll always be behind me, little boy” Hugo taunted Bob. He did throw a punch at him and they began brawling.

“BOYS !!! ” a voice shouted behind me. I turned around to see a headless woman standing not too far away from me, with her hands on her hips. I think that at this moment I felt the most scared I ever been, my first encounter with Bob wasn’t as creepy as this. She stood there while Bob and Hugo got up and looked at her. “We have a guest” she said as she aproached them and moved right through me. “A guest, he is here ?” Bob asked. “Yes, yes he is. He travelled a long way to witness this.” she said. I was so confused. I had no idea how she was speaking without a frickin' head. The speech was coming out from where her head was suppose to be and I could hear it loud and clear. The way she walked, the way she touched both kids, her manners were like to a normal person which itself was a lie. I mean she was a talking, headless woman after all. But then again nothing was normal in the past few days. My mind quickly shifted it's attention to other pressing matters like was she refering to me when she said "guest" ? I looked around to make sure that I was the only one there. After I made sure that I am, I turned my head back to the woman.

“Come, you need to be both ready for the event.” she grabbed them by the hands and dragged them inside the small cottage that was visible in the distance. “What the fuck is going on here” I asked myself. “Do I need to follow them ?” I thought about it for a few seconds and decided to give it a shot. I figured that if this is my dream then I am in control of everything and I can handle it.

I approached the cottage and the front door was still opened. I entered and the first thing I noticed is that the cottage looked abandoned. Dirt, dust and spider webs everywhere. The cottage was small with a kitchen, basement which was locked, and a bedroom. I inspected the house and outside of a few pictures of children and a woman in her 30’s, some newspapers clipping about a man abducting children in the area and the said three rooms, I found nothing else. There were some furniters but they were in a serious state of decay, covered in dust and dirt. I wiped some of the dust from the sofa but it immidiately reapeared again. “That explains the dust in my grandma’s house” I said as I wiped my hand of my clothes. I entered the kitchen where I found a grizzly scene. A woman was lying on the floor of the room, with her head severed from the neck and tossed aside. A bloody knife was placed next to the woman and a set of small bloody footprints leading out the window. I tried not to but my body was overwhelmed by the sight. I vomited uncontrollably for maybe 2-3 minutes. I managed to gather myself, wiped my mouth and got out of there. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and headed towards the bedroom. I opened the door and I saw a bed with a man lying on it.

“Oh My God” I exclaimed with hand covering my opened mouth. It was me, lying on that bed, my body torn opened and my heart removed. I felt sick to my stomach again, my legs gave up and I fell to the ground. I held my head in my hands for a few seconds “C’mon wake up, this isn’t real, it’s a dream ” I kept saing over and over again but nothing, I was still there. “Bob, I had enough, please get me out of here” I yelled but nothing again. I bowed my head down and closed my eyes in the hope of getting out of there. I stayed like that for a few seconds and then I opened my eyes. I raised my head and my body was still laying on that bed, I was still sitting on the floor and the corpse of the woman was still there in the room across me. “C’mon, this isn’t real” I said to myself again and closed my eyes but still nothing. I was still here, sitting on the ground, watching my mutilated body. I turned around to see the woman and that’s when I noticed it. The body in the kitchen started moving. I got up and aproached the bedroom door. The corpse managed to get up and started shuffling towards me. At the same time, my body raised from the bed, with my eyes now glowing red. I starred at the both menacing figures for a moment before accepting my inevitable fate and closed my eyes. I was ready to die.

“Hey, wake up.” I heard a voice. I opened my eyes with my face turned to my left, starring out the window. It was night outside with the full moon shining at me. The wind was rustling the branches of the tree next to the window, hitting it in the process. I looked to the nightstand next to me and the clock read 02:00. I was back in my hospital bed.

“Look at me” I heard the same voice calling to me. I turned my face to my right.

“So, did you like what you've seen ?” Hugo said with his hands to the side of the chair he was sitting on, grinning at me and his eyes glowing even more red then before. “I know I did”.

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/3ktq0z/part_6_for_many_years_my_father_used_to_warn_me/ - part 6