Mother's Rage

Note: The author of this story is not me. I'm only translating it.

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This happened quite a long time ago, when I was about four.

It was early in the morning. I say "morning" but it was still dark in my room.

Suddenly I found myself standing on the bed, being told off severely by my mother.

'Why did you do it?!'

She questioned me angrily, but I absolutely had no idea what I had done.

I would say that was a normal reaction from someone who had just woken up.

I wanted to ask her what I had done but she was so furious that I thought the question would only make her even angrier. So I just kept apologizing to her without understanding the situation.

I said sorry to her again and again but she wasn't about to let me off that easily.

They say when something unpleasant is happening the time tends to go by very slowly but even so as a child I felt that it was going on for far too long.
For more than an hour my mother kept asking me stuff like:
'For what reason did you do it?' 'What was the reason?' 'What time do you think it is?' She went on and on in the same manner.

Well my mother was the type who could go on forever once she started telling people off and I knew that apologizing to her was useless. If I didn't say sorry she would go on being angry and even if I did say sorry she would still be angry. So nothing I did or said would make much difference.

That was what I thought.

And then I thought to myself lightly:"Oh she's especially in a bad mood today," or "I must have done something really terrible."

But.
As my head became clearer I started noticing a few things; like although it was around four or five in the morning and my mother was shouting at the top of her voice, the noise hadn't disturbed my father, who was sleeping right in the next room. Well, that was perhaps OK but it was strange that my two-year old sister, who was sleeping on the bottom of the bunk bed below me hadn't even stirred.

My little sister should have woken up by then, especially because the shouting had got so loud to the point where it was impossible for anyone to ignore it and go on sleeping
That was the first thing that came into my head and then I began to notice other odd things.

To start with,  I heard no sound.

There was no sound of the clock ticking which usually bothered me and no sound of cars that could usually be heard outside around that time of the day. It was far too quiet.

And the strangest of all was my mother's unusual persistence.

I apologized to her over and over but she still wouldn't forgive me.
Normally she would have stopped telling me off by then.
Yes, she could be persistent, but not that persistent.

I then realized the most frightening thing of all.
I had not yet seen my mother's face.
To be more precise, I couldn't see her face because it was too dark. I was being told off in complete darkness.
I just assumed she was my mother by her voice and by the sense of her presence but I hadn't checked if she really was my mother.

"Why did you do it?"
"What time do you think it is?"
"Are you really sorry about what you've done?"
She kept going on about the same things.

Is she really my mother?
The moment I thought so:

A hand flew to my face.

Slap!!!
I was hit hard across the cheek.
But the hand felt unnatural.

It had abnormally long nails.
And it also felt very cold.
She is not my mother! I knew it this time.

My mother had fragile nails which could break easily and she hardly ever grew them long because of it.

Who is she?

As soon as the question came into my mind, the voice, which had been high and hysteric before, suddenly became lower and prolonged like sounds on an old cassette tape.

It had changed into a really deep voice and the things she said became gradually abnormal too:

"Why did you kill?"
"For what reason did you kill?"
"Why did I die?"

Those were the words she spoke now.

I've got to run away!I thought, but I was standing on the top of the bunk bed.
I could get down only by the ladder and the woman was standing right at the bottom of the ladder; and she was still shouting angrily.

No, she was actually pleading now.
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And up until then I thought my body was only tense because of being nervous, but now I realised I was suffering from paralysis.

Oh god, I can't move. The very moment I thought so, the woman, with a loud and clear voice, said:

'Are you really sorry?'
And she brought her face closer until it was just a few inches from mine.

Her hair was wild, her skin pallid, and she had no eyeballs.

I lost consciousness.



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Was it in the morning? Or in the afternoon?
When I came around, I again found myself standing on the bed, being told off by my mother.

But this time I could hear noises outside and moreover it was bright and sunny in the room.
I could also see her face. There was no question that the person who was shouting at me was my mother.

'Why did you do it?'
'What were you doing?'
'Where did you go?'
She was asking me those questions.

This time too I had no idea what I had done so I asked her.
- What have I done?

'Were you sleepwalking or what?'
Then she started telling me what had happened.
The night before, around two after midnight, my parents were in the sitting room when they saw me walk past the room.
They thought I was going to the bathroom but then heard me say, 'I'm going outside to play.' And then apparently I just disappeared through the front door.
My action was totally unexpected and I was gone before they had time to stop me. They followed me and went outside, and tried to find me but couldn't.
After a while they gave up searching and came home to call up the police, but when they checked the bedroom again somehow they found me on the bed, fast asleep.

They were going to wake me up and try to ask me what had happened but no matter what they did I wouldn't wake up. They were also exhausted after the night of searching and before they knew they had fallen asleep themselves. They slept until they were woken up by my scream.

All I said to them in the end were: Yes, I was sleepwalking. No, I don't remember what I did.
I never told a soul about my experience until now.
Do you think this is something serious?