I have recurring nightmares and insomnia, then my dead grandma pays me a visit.
Since grandma died over a month ago, my life changed for the worse.
I pondered this one night while sitting at the breakfast nook and staring at a bottle of sleeping pills. Was her death somehow connected to my insomnia? To the nightmares? I thought about downing the entire bottle to end it all, to sleep forever.
The same nightmare recurred nightly, of me being chased by some zombie. He shuffled a few feet behind me, but no matter how fast I ran I never gained distance. Then I would wake up as just as his hands grasped my neck .
“Those aren’t going to help you,” a woman’s voice said in my ear.
I turned and jumped up. “Grandma. What-?”
“Sit back down boy.” She sat across from me.
I was too stunned to speak.
“I know about your dreams, your insomnia and a lot more than you think.”
“Grandma, help me,” I begged. “I’m so tired.”
“I can only guide you through this. The man in your dreams, his body broken, tattered and torn, his head split open on the side.” Her eyes searched my soul. “That man...you know who he is.”
My chest tightened. What little energy I had left in me drained, and I laid my head on the table. I breathed hard.
“Who is he?” I asked.
“You know. I shouldn’t have to say it.”
I knew who she was talking about but I wanted to hear her say it. To see if she was telling the truth about her claim.
Tears formed in my eyes, and I whispered, “I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me, boy,” she said.
I raised my head. “I don’t know.”
“He is the man you killed ten years ago. You hit him with your car while driving drunk. You left him to die on the side of the road and didn’t even stop to see if he was okay. You didn’t even call for help. You coward.”
I buried my hands in my face and sobbed loudly. “Oh, grandma, it was an accident.” My body shook. “I was so stupid and scared. I-I can’t change it now. What do I do?”
“You need to turn yourself in to the police. Let them shut the case and give closure to that man’s family.”
“I can’t. This is too much to bear.”
“If you don’t do this, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. You think your insomnia, nightmares and guilt is bad now. Just wait. It will get worse. I will make sure of that.”
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I nodded and headed to the front door.