His sweet little nightmares

Hi Tresha!

It has been days ever since my grandfather passed away. It was due to his kidney failure that took away his life. I would never forget his kindness and love that he have given to me. Whenever I felt sad, he'd always give me a treat, specifically the mint candies. Those were my all-time favorite treat from my grandfather.

Whenever my mom and dad was away, he would always be there to accompany me. Whenever my mom scolds me from the bad things I do, he would always take on my side and make jokes about how my mom is too authoritative. My dad did not like my grandfather one bit but that did not hinder my grandfather to always be there for me.

It has been days ever since my grandfather passed away. It was due to his kidney failure that took away his life. I would never forget his kindness and love that he have given to me. Whenever I felt sad, he'd always give me a treat, specifically the mint candies. Those were my all-time favorite treat from my grandfather.

Whenever my mom and dad was away, he would always be there to accompany me. Whenever my mom scolds me from the bad things I do, he would always take on my side and make jokes about how my mom is too authoritative. My dad did not like my grandfather one bit but that did not hinder my grandfather to always be there for me.

One night, I had a nightmare. A very scary one. Ofcourse, it's a nightmare, who wouldn't be scared? So anyways, I had a nightmare about a huge figure always standing right on top of me. I wouldn't be able to move. It would always have its both hands on chest. I can't see its face, onlt its red glimmering eyes and hideous grin. It was terrifying-- I couldn't move. The only words that I could hear from that monster everytime I open my eyes was "Hi Tresha".

I've been having this nightmare ever since. I would always tell my grandpa all about it and he would help me forget about it with giving me a treat. He would cheer me up. But somehow, each night, the nightmare would always happen. But I didn't mind because I know grandpa would always be there when I wake up. He'd be able to heal my scarred heart and fix my fear. My mom and dad was always busy.

Now that my grandfather is gone. I wouldn't be able to have anyone to comfort me anymore. But weird enough, it's been days, and my nightmare became a haze. I stopped having those nightmares. I was glad but at the same time, lonely. I had a feeling that maybe grandfather fought the monster and brought it with him in afterlife.

After for so many weeks, me and my parents were preparing to move out. We found a new house and lot near at my new school, which is very convenient and time consuming. And it could help me with forgetting about my memories with grandpa. As I was packing up my stuffs, I've noticed my laptop making bubble sounds. It was notifications from my friends. There were tons, they were more likely spamming.

I stopped packing for a minute and checked my laptop for the notifications.

"You better check this out, Tresha"
"It has your name on it"

There, below their messages, a link to a particular website. I clicked on it and lead me straight to a dark peculiar website. There were many videos that caught my attention, but specially what caught my attention was the film named under my name. Or maybe just a coincidence. "Tresha"

I clicked on the video and it immediately started. The film was in black and white, it was located in a room focusing on someone's bed. A person was sleeping on it. And then, a person, an old man as I describe it slowly walked towards the person sleeping. It first stopped and looked at the camera. The old man was awfully familiar. With no hesitations, the man crawled towards the person and it cut. As I played the next part, he was now raping the person. The girl. He was clutching on her chest while mercilessly rape the poor victim.

As I was taking a second look of the people in the video. My realizations terrified me. What seemed to be happening there was-- that was my grandfather and this was my room. The girl was me. When I was just about the check the latest upload, my mom went inside my room, rushing and said:

"The fucking police called and informed us that somehow, someone was playing pranks on your grandfather's grave-- his body is missing"

I turned back to my laptop and clicked on the latest video, and there. My grandfather was just stading for like an hour staring at me. Finally, eyes locked on the camera, he says:

"Hi Tresha"