I was about 10 years old, on an ordinary evening when I was just laying in my bed. I was about to fall asleep until I felt something touching my hand. It felt cold and rough, like the hand of a hardworking person who lost it's breath long ago.
I open my eyes slowly, look at my hand and I see someone's else hand holding mine, with it's rotting tattered fingers and bloody nails that looked like they scratched at something tough for a long time, so long that they become numb to the pain.
I remember it very well. I felt like I was in a horror movie because I followed the arm with my eyes, slowly, taking a second to look at every gash, every part with missing flash that let the bone be seen, every little maggot that was crawling under the skin trying to get as much flesh for itself as possible, and at the end of the arm I saw an old lady looking at me.
Her mouth was half closed, letting her few still present rotting teeth be seen, she had gray hair full of dirt, and blood and flesh, hers or someone's else, I couldn't tell, and white,lifeless, but almost translucent eyes. She suddenly started laughing, a chilling laugh, meant to freeze your blood.
I calmed down then, I knew that laugh all too well, I heard it many times in my life, a laugh that was once calming, back when it came from a breathing creature. But even now, when it sounded so cold and malevolent I still recognized it.
Hello grandma. I was wandering when I'll get to see you again.
I said in my childlike voice. She didn't answer right away, but she smiled as best as she could and bought her rotting face closer to my ear, whispered something with her cold breath, straighten herself and disappeared like she was never there.
I feel asleep soon after and the next morning, while I was having breakfast with my parents and brother I asked my mom
When are you going to have some free time from work? I really want to visit grandma soon, she said she is waiting for us.
My parents looked at each other and after a moment of silence my father said
Dear, you know we can't visit grandma anymore. Remember when we told you that she moved from her old house to a far, far away place?
I look at him smiling and said
I know we can't visit her at her old house. That's why she told me she's waiting for us in hell.
