My parents were absolutely overjoyed when, right after getting accepted to university, I said I wanted to move in with Granddad. There were four of us kids at home, so space was tight, and Granddad had recently started living on his own in a cosy two-bedroom flat. We used to visit him fairly regularly when I was younger, but lately, between school, mates, and errands, I hadnt had much time for trips.
Mum and Dad were happy partly because I was keen to live independently, and partly because it meant Granddad wouldnt be alone. Id keep the place tidy, help with meals, and make sure he didnt forget his medicine.
Dad helped me move some bits over my computer, clothes, and the usual. At first, Granddad seemed pretty pleased with me moving in. He made a fancy dinner, asked all about my courses, and really took an interest in my life.
He didnt act oddly at all. Everything felt normal, just like when I was a kid. The strangeness started later, once I was settled and heading back and forth to university. Sometimes Id come home and find some of my things missing. At first, I chalked it up to absent-mindedness maybe Id left something in the laundry or forgotten something at home but it turned out Granddad had moved some of my clothes into his room. He also wouldnt let me cook, saying Gran didnt like strangers in the kitchen, so I wasnt allowed in there. If I wanted something to eat, he insisted hed cook for me. He didnt believe in food delivery, either. Eventually, I had to sneak pizza or snacks into my room so he wouldnt see and throw them away.
But the worst moment came one night, three weeks after moving in. I was asleep in the guest room, Granddad in his own. Since it was a walk-through room, he had to pass by if he needed the kitchen or loo, but nothing prepares you for waking up to find him standing over your bed staring intensely at you. He was just watching me, and it took him ages to realise I was awake and looking right back at him.
Even now, I get goosebumps thinking about it. Since then, Im anxious about sleeping in his flat. And its awkward to ask my parents if I can move back in since there isnt enough room there. Where would I go?
Im desperate to sort something out quickly maybe get a job or meet someone to rent a place together. I just cant see myself lasting much longer with Granddad. He genuinely frightens me.
Looking back, Ive learned that family isnt always a comfort, and sometimes, you have to put your own peace of mind first even if it means difficult conversations.
