She was wearing her favorite red cheongsam and smiling at me.
She waved at me, but I couldn't hear what she was saying.
I approached her a little closer, and this time, her words came clearly into my ears.
"Viora, I hate you. You deserve the hell!"
As she spoke, a gust of cold wind blew around, and I got goosebumps.
Rebecca no longer looked as kind as she did when she was alive. The intense hatred made her face look hideous and terrifying.
Her hand had already touched my neck, and she was still smiling.
The force on my neck gradually increased and tightened.
I opened my eyes, sat up suddenly, gasping heavily, and my body was already soaked in sweat.
"Mom, you must be happy that grandma is dead."
I didn't know when, but my son, who should have been sleeping in his room, was next to my bed.
At this moment, my usually well-behaved and sensible son made me feel creepy.
"He-Hector, why are you not sleeping and coming to my room so late at night?"
I swallowed my saliva and tried to make myself less nervous.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I saw you having a nightmare and wanted to scare you."
I took a deep breath, pretending that what he just said was just a joke.