John's Grandma's Scary Dream

One calm night at his 67-year-old Grandma Mary's house, seven-year-old John was abruptly jolted awake by a cacophony of menacing sounds downstairs. With his heart pounding like a drum inside his chest, he navigated his way downstairs, only to be met with an unnerving sight – burglars trudging around his grandmother's house, rummaging through everything, with shards of broken glass scattered everywhere. Terror-stricken, John ran back upstairs towards Grandma Mary's room for help. Shaking her awake, he managed to squeak out, "Grandma, scary monsters in the house." Roused from her peaceful slumber by her grandchild's concerned voice, Mary sleepily brushed off the terror painted on John's face, whispering, "Dear you're dreaming. Go back to sleep, sweetie. Let grandma rest please," before turning over and resuming her blissful slumber. John, disillusioned yet determined, shook Mary awake once again, the jerk of his trembling hand sending a disconcerting jolt through his body, before his world began to blur and his vision eventually blacked out. Through the encompassing darkness, he heard his own voice pleading, "Grandma please, I'm scared!" – a statement that chilled his bones as he realized that it was not him who spoke those words. With a sudden flash of light, John woke up and opened his eyes, but something felt different. He moved his hand up to his head, only to feel curly, gray hair. Shakily sitting up straight before laboriously standing up with his newly weakened legs, John glanced down to see a lavender robe – his grandma's robe- hanging on his frame loosely. A nervous anticipation rising within him, he shuffled over to the mirror, and gasped at the sight of Grandma Mary's familiar aged face reflecting back at him. "Grandma? Why am I grandma? I don't wanna be grandma! Monsters downstairs," John exclaimed in the elderly, husky voice of his grandma. The shock grew as he took better stock of the wrinkled hands and feet he was now in control of, a reality far detached from his seven-year-old boyish self. As the sounds of the burglars downstairs echoed through the house once again, his heart began to race, and panic started to dawn on John. He was now stuck as his grandma with no idea what to do. Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice where he was going, tripping over Grandma Mary's slippers and accidentally slipping them onto his feet before he weakly crumbled onto the ground in fear. Catching a glimpse of his aged hands again, John squeezed his eyes shut, mentally pleading for this to be a dream, for him to wake back up as a little boy. Little did he know, he was now trapped in the body of his grandma, a situation he found repulsive, and he would never be a young boy, again.