accept the truth of his death in feeling as well as in reason. Nevertheless, every time midnight drew near, dread always expanded in my heart because the legend about the return of a soul flashed into my brain. I was sorry to have that dread, but I could not restrain it at all.
His death also gave me many nightmares, in which he always appeared in dire forms. In a dream, I was frightened by his green and pale face twice its normal size showing outside of our window and presenting the desire to come in. In another dream, when I came out of the toilet, his poker face suddenly emerged from underground and surrounded my feet, which made cold perspiration seep out of my pores. Once I dreamed he was resurrected for a period of time, but he needed to report his arrival to the Lord of Hell at the end of the time. In addition, I dreamed I was curious to open a gunny sack, which did not belong to us, and found my grandfather's corpse inside.
my grandfather took care of us like a mother and cultivated us like a father. I can never stop missing him, but I was really frightened by the manner of his death.