Growing up living with my grandparents, resulted in many stories being passed down. When I was younger my brother had told me about the terror he lived through one night.

Terror can happen in dreams or real life, but both are equally terrifying. In this case, it had happened in a dream. My brother had described to me that one night he had a dream that was indeed very realistic.

During the dream, he described waking up from his bed, the same bed his small body was fast asleep in, and smelling a horrid scent. He told me how he couldn’t tell what it was, but it was obvious it was coming from the closet. He quietly sat up in bed, and that’s when he saw it; the old closet had had claw marks that made marks the whole way down it.

It was then when he had woke up. He sat up and glared at the closet. Although the closet looked the same as when he had fallen asleep, he couldn’t seem to ignore the gut feeling in his stomach to leave. The rest of the night he had slept on the couch in the living room, waking up every hour.

To this day, we still do not sleep in the room with that old closet.