We moved to Sharjah when I was in 3rd grade. It was mainly because my dad wanted my brother to have a separate room to study. The rent in Dubai was twice as much as in Sharjah. But we continued studying at our school in Dubai.
It was our first summer vacation in the new flat in Sharjah. That’s when my habit of sleepwalking started. I didn’t know how or why it began.
In the second bedroom, my brother had a big study table and a bed. Next to that was a large cupboard we both shared. My bed was beside it. The balcony was also attached to our bedroom.
Some nights, I had a terrible dream. I would see a creepy old man, covered in blood, making strange hand movements. Black and white spirals would appear around me. He tried to hypnotize me, and I felt very scared. That’s all I remembered.
The next morning, my mom would tell me how I came to her room at night, knocked on the door, and said I had finished my homework and wanted to sleep there.
This continued for a couple of months. Sometimes I talked to my brother in my sleep, but mostly I went to my mom. Over time, the sleepwalking stopped on its own.
Later, my mom told me they used to hide the apartment's main door key under the money plant soil. They were afraid I might leave the house during the night.
But even now, that old man’s face still haunts me. I am scared of him. I still wonder who he was.
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