I woke up drenched in my own sweat. I had a nightmare that felt too real for comfort. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin despite the warm temperature of the room. I looked at my watch; it was only three in the morning. I tried to clear my head and go back to sleep, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept replaying the horrific scenes from my dream.
I finally decided to get up and get some fresh air. I grabbed my coat and walked out of my front door and into the street. The air was chilly, but the silence was peaceful. As I walked down the deserted street, I spotted a strange figure standing near my car. I approached the figure slowly, thinking it might be a thief or a vandal.
As I got closer, the figure turned around. To my surprise, it was my late grandfather, who had passed away a few years ago. I was shocked, confused, and scared all at once. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming again, but his presence was too real to ignore.
"Grandpa, is it really you?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes, my child, it's me," he replied with a warm smile.
I couldn't believe it. I had so many questions, but my mind went blank at the moment. He was the last person I expected to see in the middle of the night at an empty street.
"What are you doing here, Grandpa?" I finally managed to ask.
"I came to deliver a message," he said with a serious tone.
"A message? What kind of message?" I asked eagerly.
He paused for a moment and looked deep into my eyes. "There is something big coming your way, my child. It's not too far away, and you need to be ready for it."
I was confused and scared all at once. What could be coming my way that required preparation?
"What do I need to do, Grandpa? What can I do to prepare?" I asked, hoping for some answers.
"Be. Be present. Listen to your intuition. Don't ignore the signs. You have a purpose, a destiny. You must fulfill it before it's too late," he said with a sense of urgency in his voice.
I was still trying to process everything he had said when I suddenly woke up. I was back in my bed, and it was morning. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was all just a dream. But the message, the revelation, was too profound to ignore. I knew I had to take it seriously, live in the moment, and be aware of my surroundings.
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The House on The Hill
Horrorit is a story about a girl who faces trouble through her journy ever since she discovered the house on the hill