The reincarnation of my grandmother

My grandmother from my father's side had a notorious relationship with my mother because she would criticize her for being slack as a housewife. Patricia was her name and, she was the fondest of me and my brother, Henry. When she died ten years ago, my mother did not even attend the funeral, nor did she moan. She simply sat back on her couch and smiled to herself while we were preoccupied with grief. Patricia was always a laid-back yet morally strict woman. She spent her entire life, before she turned 46, as a housewife and smoke addict.

Throughout my childhood, my mother would always bring up my grandmother to my father whenever they had arguments. I always felt contrited for my father's emotional wellbeing. However, I knew that I was just a kid and, it would be inappropriate for me to get involved. My mother always complained about how she sees my grandmother in me and my brother. We never liked hearing gossips around dead people so we would often avoid it. I never got to hear the true story of how my grandmother had passed away; I was very young when my mother told me she simply "died".

I will never forget the eerie incident which occurred on my 16th birthday. I was holding a small party for my celebration when a girl of around 9 years old, with dark curly hair that reached her waist and was wearing an antique lazy dress, came in the party. She was rather emaciated and short with stature with a gaunted face. Her blue eyes stared right into mine, almost like she was trying to read my soul. My brother noticed her in the distance so he slowly came near. The girl remained silent despite all the buoyant welcomes from my friends. Her lips were dripping with drools like a dog.

I knew something was wrong with her because she was now the centre of attention. I figured that she could've just been some mentally disturbed girl, or a girl who just came out of a dysfunctional family seeking refuge. Given her small stature, I kind of felt sorry for her. I offered her some chocolate cake but she instantly threw it to the ground. Her temperament had caught everyone's astonishment. Some began whispering among themselves while others muttered "brat". I only felt sorry for her.

"Come on now, let's not throw such an attitude," I said in a rather nonchalant way, hoping that it would calm her down. "Where's your mommy and daddy?"

"I'm here to see your mother, Bailey Smith!!" she replied in a rather abnormal voice. It sounded almost like that of an old lady despite her young age. "Where is she, Cendall?"

"Geez, she gives me the creeps!" my friend Caleb muttered.

"Uh..... I'm sorry?" I asked, trying not to sound frightened. "How did you know my name and my mother's? Are you the neighbor's kid?"

I felt my mouth completely dried out and speechless. I was completely unable to comprehend nor reply to her question. Her eyes were beautifully blue yet something held a grudge in them. My mother noticed the party had abruptedly stagnanted from downstairs so she slowly came down. The girl looked directly into my mother's eyes, almost like she was trying to read her soul. She noticed the perturbing vibe she was giving off despite her tiny stature. She frowned at the girl and then looked at the floor, where the chocolate cake had been tossed. Before I knew what she was doing, she slapped the girl across the face.

"You ungrateful, dismissive little brat!" my mother shouted across the room, "is this how your mommy educated you to show up at people's homes?!!"

I felt like getting into a heated argument with mother at this point despite all the attention. I knew it was completely out of humanity for a woman to be slapping a child but, I had no saying for her behaviour. The others began whispering among themselves as the party slowly went over. Most of my guests slowly began leaving the party. My mother and the girl continued to stare at each other for over ten minutes. My father lost his temperament from the silence and so did my brother. All three of us began approaching the girl. We did not want to hurt nor traumatize her but, we knew she had to leave.

Just as my brother was about to open her mouth, the girl took out a small sacbag from her pocket. Her beautiful blue eyes had turn red like a demon while she began chanting out prayers. My mother felt scared at this moment, something we've never seen before in her. Despite her assertive nature, she had always been afraid of the paranormal. She goes to church every Sunday and forces us to do so as children and, she never brings up the past on Good Friday. We watched as she slowly backed off from the girl. My brother tried to stop her but was forcefully pushed aside. I knew something was going to happen to our mother.

"Bailey, you've always been hostile towards me. I did so much care for your children, yet you always antogonized me!! You gave my son a terrible time, one that he cries about at night!!" the girl snarled. Her voice sounded definitely disproportionate from her size.

"Patricia...... I didn't know you could come back, I'm so sorry!!" we heard our mother cry out, begging for the girl to let her go.

"Now the time has come. You will be going into the realm of the dead, and not me!!" she snarled while holding the sac. "I've been waiting for so many years for you!!"

We watched as our mother got forcefully pulled into the sac. It was almost like another dimension itself but, the sac was way too small for a human to be fitted into. She cried out from the torment and, my brother and I turned away from the excruciating sight. There were blood that began dripping out of the sac, ones that only are from our mother. After she had been sucked in, my father passed away on the ground and, we began scurrying off out of fear. Our grandmother remained a dead person but, I suspect it was her spirit seeking her peace and revenge. I wondered why she had such a strong desire to seek out on our mother.

We later got to know that our grandmother's death was no accident. This was something that even our father never knew about. Our grandmother was poisoned by our mother without conscience. During a heated argument, my mother lost her impulse control and lost her conscience. Knowing that my grandmother had a special diet, she placed food poisoning into her meals one day after the other. The doctor said she died from organ failure when in fact, it was our mother's doing. I hope the little girl can have her restful days now without having to worry about vengeance.
We also got to know that our mother had suffered from Antisocial Personality Disorder since she was a child. That explained all of her cruel behaviour and, the times she told me she wanted to see me burn. I still have trust issues.