There were days that I returned to that garage room with just a door. The cat's experience had lessened. My mother had the room blessed by a shaman.

One night, I decided to sleep there because my sister had gone out of town. I thought it would be safe now. The cat had not bothered me for a while, like it knew I wasn’t in the room to listen.

I closed my eyes for a second… I opened it again. I looked around. The door was wide open. Outside looked different. Foggy. Less real. There was a man standing by the door, reaching his hand to me. I looked carefully.

“Grandpa?” I cried. He smiled.

“Come…”

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“NOW!”

I got scared. I stayed inside. I shook my head. Slowly, I heard something creeping behind me. I was panicking, heart pounding. I slowly turned my head, thinking this was just a dream.

I opened my eyes—

Dark. Silent. Just my room again.

It was just a dream that felt so real.