Mother's Little Killer

Creepy Dreaming

I saw her again. In my dream. She was standing there in old bloody dress. She was smiling. I felt really good, because I could see her again. I really missed her all those fifteen years.

'Mom? Is this really yourself?' I asked her.

'I will come back, if you help me, Mark!' She was whispering the same sentence as yesterday.

'Yeah, I know. You told me so yesterday.'

'So you did really hear me?' She asked with happiness in her voice.

'Yup, I did.' I nodded.

'Oh, finally! I am trying fot this seven years and now you can finally see me.'

'But how is this possible? You are dead mom, aren't you?'

'Yes, I am. But if you help me, I won't be dead anymore.'

'How? Dead people can not live again, mother. That is not possible!'

'Oh? So your uncle hasn't tell you anything?' She was really surprised.

'No, what should he tell me?' I asked her really confusedly.

'Mark. I need you to listen to me really carefully. On the day of full moon you have to go into family tomb. I will meet you there. But now I have to leave.'

'But mom...'

And she disappeared.

As soon as I woke up I couldn't stop thinking about what I have just dreamed about. Was it true? Or just some messed up dream.

But I will have to give it a try, I want my mother back so badly...

Full moon is tomorrow, so hopefully, I will meet her there. After one hour, I finally fell asleep.

In the morning, I was really confused. I looked to calendar and really. Full moon is today. I will have to go to family tomb. Should I take a knife, just for safety? Or there is nothing to worry about. God. There must be something to worry about. I spoke to my mother yesterday night twice. I would do anything to bring her back.

Is she witch or something like that? I think, I will call uncle Roy first. But now I have to have a breakfast.