I noticed the gathering had stopped, and turned to face me, my grandfather was the last to turn and like the others, had a solemn expression. His arm flickered from stationary to outstretched, pointing towards the front door. My sanity in question, I walked towards the door, their faces followed me. It was a few metres away, instead this time, the white piece of cards were everywhere, covering the entire door. This time they were in calligraphy, just like my grandfather would used to write in his free time. Hand-Written.

They read:

“ Realise. That everyone you know will die, and yet you will never disappoint us.”

I reached for the bell, no answer. The lights died in a flash, and the voices could be heard no more. Shocked and confused, I headed home and passed out on the couch.

I didn’t dream that night.

I walk past this house every morning.