Short Story (Cerpen)

The Disconnected Heritage

Category: Ghost Horror Short story

Title: The Disconnected Legacy

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The door closed suddenly. The dusty old lights flickered. An old grandfather figure appeared from the dark side of the room. After that followed the grandmother and granddaughter whose head poured blood somehow. The grandmother took out a rusty knife and raised it up high, the grandmother kept approaching me. And just before Grandma's knife broke my head, I woke up.

At 02:00, only about 3 hours I slept, it's been about 4 days I always have nightmares. There was no magical or horrible experience I had before. But it's been 4 days my sleep hours have been disrupted.

I tried to continue my sleep, cold sweat soaking all over my body. After a moment I wiped my sweat with the back of my hand, I heard something.

A barely audible voice from under my bed, a voice that resembled the sound of a dying person roaring but running out of energy to ask for help. Screaming, curiosity and horror mixed into one. I decided to think with logic and went on to sleep with a sense of inadequacy.

Waking up again, at 04:17, I saw a digital clock in the shape of a cartoon character Crayon Sinchan who was approximately the same age as I was, 17 years old. Why is it so hard to sleep in peace?

I finally decided to drink a glass of water and get out of bed. Stretch the body for a while, I'm about to pick up the phone in bed and. I saw my body still asleep in bed, but I really was awake, I knew that. And just after realizing that, I also realized that the atmosphere in my room was not the same anymore, the horrible dimly lit atmosphere was now present in my room. I didn't know what was going on, I screamed for help and ran out of the room.

Dark and cold. The sound that could be heard was the sound of the gasping breath that I let out myself and the sound of the heartbeat that formed the rhythm of the beat of the teri class drummer. I was momentarily stunned and intending to take my jacket in the wardrobe, I ran back into my room, but I found my sleeping body slowly disappearing, and I realized there was a sound like someone was scratching the wall behind me.

I, who had never had any supernatural experience or seen the appearance before, was a curious person and finally looked back, there was no one, nothing. I kept looking for my thick jacket in the closet, it was getting colder and my hands were stiff. The oxygen was gone and I lost consciousness.

I woke up again, the longest breath of my life happened. I didn't want to look at the door of my room and decided to see what time it was. It turned out to be 06:43. My class starts at 08:00, there's still plenty of time to get ready, at least clean up the body, and the mind.

I went to the campus, with a feeling of unwarranted and chaotic mindset, I could not absorb anything the lecturer said. For a moment I was daydreaming and the lecturer who had realized earlier shouted at me throwing me with his marker and I realized from my daydream. I saw my lecturer pull out a knife and run towards me, tearing my chest with a single cut and bats coming out of my chest. I woke up and shouted. Strange dreams again, again. My face was pale and the class looked at me in surprise and I was finally taken to the campus health unit.

Another lecturer, from the psychology faculty, said that I was being followed by an evil demon who could change, sometimes a bat, a grandmother, grandparents, and a toddler who was bleeding.

I was so surprised. My head was dizzy, only once did my head feel so heavy. Unable to understand fully, I asked what I should do. The lecturer told me to rest and later that night he would come along with another lecturer who was also a parapsychologist, who was familiar with occult things.

At 21:51, those nonsensical people came. Does it take a long time to leave someone who is afraid and does not dare to go into the room alone?

The first word they said as soon as I opened the door was “Jeez,” with a face full of wonder. I'm sure it's not because of my appearance, but because of the demons behind me, I can feel that.

“There are so many memories in your house, bitter and sweet memories,” said a person who was old enough. “You have to kill yourself in your dreams last night,”.

“Why can you know my dream last night,” whether it's a question or a statement from me. “I can see the traces of memories, be it bitter or sweet, indeed we can not change the past, because it is past, but not in the dream world and other dimensions, indeed,” she explains. Still feeling heavy, I turned my head to everyone who came, 4 people. “Will you guys help me?,” my question.

“Well, look, we will take care of your body while sleeping, and you will dream again, enter one of your dreams, I have handled this before,” said the oldest lecturer, who was the one who was the youngest, visible from gray hair and beard that shows experience and excellent intelligence.

“Good. And how can I kill myself?,” I said in a panic. “You do not need to kill yourself, later in your dream you will meet the figures you see in your dreams, let them kill you, but do not let the grandmother bring the baby, that's why your grandfather,” explained the old lecturer at length.

With my heart racing, I climbed into my bed and closed my eyes. After about 30 seconds of closing my eyes, I opened my eyes. A different atmosphere, just like my first dream. I waited in my closet, and saw my lifeless sleeping body in bed. The grandfather came, and caught up with the grandmother, not forgetting a baby whose head was covered in blood. What a horrible sight. The grandmother took out a knife from behind her shirt and immediately stabbed me in the stomach, I saw my stomach and it turned out to bleed, he said, it was a little pain because my mind was focused on immediately picking up the blood-soaked baby and planning to get out of my room, into the darkness. And without further ado I opened my closet, hit the grandfather and took the baby. The grandmother shouted in what language, I immediately ran out of the room, and a moment later I was covered in darkness. I found a door in front of me, I immediately ran into it, and entered, I was already limp from losing a lot of blood. I saw myself waking up in that bed, pale and in a cold sweat. I screamed for help and scratched the wall in front of me because I had lost all power, shouting I could not. Finally I decided to hide under the bed, with the baby still in my arms, I cried out in pain, screaming without a sound, only a barely audible roar. And I was unconscious. Am I dead?

I woke up, and saw 4 lecturers surrounding me, and one of them said, “You did it, son, you completed the task of the son of your great-grandfather!”. I just smiled wryly and asked, “you already know about this?”. He replied, “I know, since your father who passed this task on to you was already dead, your grandfather was once an orphan, taken care of by a pair of barren grandparents who were evil and crazy. But he can run away and hide in this old house, which is why lately you've always had nightmares, because you want to be the same age when your ancestors died,”. And I realized, I now know what caused the wound in my stomach. And maybe, those psychopathic grandparents will come to your dreams, remember, be careful while you sleep!