Every Night, My Late Grandpa Spoke to Me in a Dream: ‘Check the Red Box In My Basement!’ – One Day, I Finally Did

When my grandpa passed away, I thought the hardest part would be moving on. I never expected him to start visiting me in my dreams with the same strange message every night. I didn’t want to believe it meant anything — until the day I finally gave in and went to the basement.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt truly stuck — like you’re running in place while the world around you keeps moving. That’s my life in a nutshell. I’m 22, and I work as a cashier at a run-down grocery store. It’s the kind of job where you smile and nod while people barely make eye contact, praying your register doesn’t freeze up again.

A young male cashier | Source: Midjourney

A young male cashier | Source: Midjourney

The pay is terrible, and by the time I cover rent and utilities for my tiny apartment, there’s barely enough left for groceries.

Life wasn’t always like this, though. I grew up in my grandpa’s house — a cozy place with creaky floors and walls full of old family photos. He raised me and my older brother, Tyler, after our parents died in a car accident.

Grandpa did his best to give us a good life and taught me everything I know about working hard and being decent.

But Tyler? He couldn’t have been more different. Immediately we turned 18, we found out our parents had left us a small inheritance. It wasn’t a fortune, but it could’ve made life a little easier.

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Close up of two young adult men | Source: Midjourney

Tyler didn’t care about sharing. He drained the account, borrowed money from Grandpa, and vanished without a word.

I haven’t seen him since.

Grandpa and I didn’t talk about Tyler much after that. It hurt too much. We focused on getting by, fixing things around the house, and spending weekends fishing at the lake. Those were the good days.

Grandpa and grandson fishing | Source: Midjourney

Grandpa and grandson fishing | Source: Midjourney

After Grandpa passed, I thought the hardest part was over. I thought the silence in the house, the empty chair at the table, and the quiet hum of memories would be the worst. But I was wrong.

It had happened all so fast. Just two weeks ago, I walked into the house after my shift, groceries in hand, and found him on the floor. His favorite sweater was soaked in spilled tea, and the crossword puzzle he’d been working on was half-finished on the coffee table.

I remember dropping the bags, screaming his name, and shaking him like he could wake up if I just tried hard enough.

A heart attack, the doctors said. Quick and unexpected. Nothing anyone could’ve done.

Doctor delivering bad news to a patient about losing a loved one | Source: Midjourney

Doctor delivering bad news to a patient about losing a loved one | Source: Midjourney

At the funeral, I kept waiting for Tyler to show up. Not because I wanted him there but because it felt wrong for him not to be. But, as always, my brother didn’t care enough to show his face. Just me, a scattering of neighbors, and a casket I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to.

That’s when the dreams started.

It wasn’t weird at first. Of course, I’d dream about Grandpa — he was the only family I had left. In the dreams, we were back at the lake, sitting on that old wooden dock with our fishing rods, just like we used to.

Grandpa was the same as ever: his baseball cap tilted back, his sleeves rolled up, smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world.

A young man sleeping | Source: Midjourney

A young man sleeping | Source: Midjourney

“Caught anything yet?” I asked him in one dream, watching my line float lazily in the water.

“Nah,” he said, grinning. “You’re scaring the fish with all that talking.”

I laughed, and for a moment, everything felt normal. But then, his face grew serious, and he leaned in close.

“Listen to me, kiddo,” he said. “Check the red box in my basement.”

The first time it happened, I woke up and shrugged it off. Grief does strange things to people. But the dreams didn’t stop. Every night, the same scene. The same words.

A young man seated in his bed at night | Source: Midjourney

A young man seated in his bed at night | Source: Midjourney

“Check the red box in my basement.”

After a week, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fine, Grandpa,” I muttered one morning, standing at the top of the basement stairs. “Let’s see what all this is about.”

The air down there was heavy, like the weight of a thousand memories. And then I saw it — a splash of red peeking out from beneath a pile of old newspapers.

My heart started pounding. Could this really mean something?

The red box was exactly where Grandpa said it would be, sitting beneath a dusty stack of newspapers. For a second, I just stared at it, unsure if I was more relieved or freaked out.

Young man staring at a large red box in the basement | Source: Midjourney

Young man staring at a large red box in the basement | Source: Midjourney

“Well, Grandpa,” I muttered, wiping my palms on my jeans, “let’s see what was so important.”

The lid creaked as I opened it, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Inside was nothing but fishing gear — spools of line, a box of rusty hooks, and a set of lures. There was even the old reel Grandpa used to call his “lucky charm,” though I don’t think it ever actually caught anything.

I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. “Is this what all the fuss was about?” I chuckled. “You really got me worked up for a tackle box?”

Shaking my head, I set the reel back inside and closed the lid. Maybe the dreams were just my brain’s way of clinging to him. Maybe it was all nonsense.

Young man opening a large old red box in the basement | Source: Midjourney

Young man opening a large old red box in the basement | Source: Midjourney

As I turned to leave, my foot clipped the edge of a nearby box.

“Crap!” I hissed as the whole stack wobbled dangerously before collapsing in a chaotic crash. Dust filled the air, and I coughed, waving it away. “Seriously? Perfect.”

But as I bent down to start picking up the mess, something caught my eye — a metal door embedded in the wall behind where the boxes had been.

A safe.

An old safe with a large circular dial | Source: Midjourney

An old safe with a large circular dial | Source: Midjourney

I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

It looked ancient, the kind with a big circular dial and no obvious keyhole. I crouched down, running my fingers over the cold metal.

“What’s the combination?” I muttered to myself, my mind racing.

I tried a few combinations, starting with Grandpa’s birthday. Nothing. Then I tried Tyler’s, just to see. Still nothing.

“Come on,” I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead. Then, almost on instinct, I tried my own birthday.

Click.

Young man opening an ancient safe | Source: Midjourney

Young man opening an ancient safe | Source: Midjourney

The sound echoed in the quiet basement, and I froze. Slowly, I pulled the door open, revealing neat stacks of cash — so much that I could hardly believe my eyes. Fifty thousand dollars, at least.

My hands shook as I reached in and pulled out a note tucked beneath one of the stacks. It was Grandpa’s handwriting, shaky but familiar.

“For my boy — everything I couldn’t give you in life. Use it to build something good, and don’t let the world beat you down. Love, Grandpa.”

Tears blurred my vision as I sat back, clutching the note. He’d left it for me. After everything, he’d left me the inheritance he must’ve saved bit by bit over the years.

Thousands of US dollar notes inside an ancient safe | Source: Midjourney

Thousands of US dollar notes inside an ancient safe | Source: Midjourney

“Thanks, Grandpa,” I whispered. My voice cracked, but for the first time in weeks, I felt something close to hope.

The money changed everything.

I didn’t blow it on luxury or take the easy way out. Grandpa’s note kept playing in my mind: “Build something good.” And so, I did.

Six months later, the doors to Peter’s Coffee opened, a cozy little shop tucked on the corner of Main Street.

The walls were lined with fishing memorabilia — a framed picture of Grandpa and me at the lake, his lucky reel mounted above the counter, and even the old red box, now polished and displayed by the register.

A cozy, inviting coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

A cozy, inviting coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

People loved it. Maybe it was the smell of fresh coffee or the warm, homey vibe. Maybe it was because it was personal. I made sure to tell every customer about the man behind the name, the one who gave me everything when he had so little.

I thought about Tyler, too. I tried calling him, left messages on the only number I had, and even sent an email. But, just like before, there was no answer. Part of me wanted to be angry, but another part just hoped he was okay.

Young man smiling in his cozy coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

Young man smiling in his cozy coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

One evening, as the shop closed for the night, I lingered behind the counter, wiping down tables. The fishing reel above the door caught the light, and I smiled.

“See, Grandpa?” I said softly, looking around the shop. “I did it.”

I swear I felt a warm breeze sweep through the room, even though the doors were shut.

And in my mind, I heard his voice, as clear as ever:

“You did good, kiddo. You did real good.”

A young man standing in his cozy coffee shop at night | Source: Midjourney

A young man standing in his cozy coffee shop at night | Source: Midjourney

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

My Sister and Her Family Moved Into My House Without My Permission — Karma Hit Them Hard the Same Day

Phoebe thought her day couldn’t get worse when she found her sister and her family settling into her home without asking. But just as hope seemed lost, an unexpected knock at the door set in motion a delicious serving of instant karma.

I was always close to my sister while growing up, but things changed after she got married. What happened between us a few days ago was something I’ll never forget.

A woman standing near a window | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing near a window | Source: Midjourney

I’m Phoebe, 31, and I own a modest three-bedroom house. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s mine, and I’m damn proud of it.

I’ve been paying it off for ten years now, working day and night to make those mortgage payments.

I won’t deny that I sometimes envy my friends living in their fancy apartments downtown, but then I remember that this place is mine. No landlord breathing down my neck, and no roommates leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Just me and my space.

A woman looking straight ahead, smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking straight ahead, smiling | Source: Midjourney

Now, let me introduce you to my sister, Holly.

She’s 38, a mother of two, and married to her high school sweetheart, Nicholas. We used to be close when we were younger, but things changed when she got married. She started focusing more on her new life, and I never blamed her. I believe she did what she thought was best for her.

We drifted apart, but we were still on good terms. Or so I thought.

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

Holly and Nicholas have always been the free-spirited types. They’re one of those people who’re always talking about “quitting the rat race” and “living life to the fullest.”

It used to drive me nuts when we’d get together for family dinners.

“Life’s too short to be stuck in a cubicle, Phoebe,” Holly would say, sipping her wine. “You should travel more, see the world!”

I’d roll my eyes.

“Some of us like having a steady paycheck and a roof over our heads, Holly.”

A woman talking to her sister | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her sister | Source: Midjourney

Nicholas would chime in, “But think of the experiences! The memories!”

Yeah, well, memories don’t pay the bills, buddy, I’d think.

I tried to tell them to be more careful with their money. They were always jetting off on last-minute trips or buying the latest gadgets, even with two young kids to think about.

But did they listen? Nope.

A few months ago, they actually did it. They sold their house during the market boom, thinking they’d use the profit to fund a year-long break to “travel the world.”

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An airplane flying over land | Source: Pexels

I remember the conversation like it was yesterday.

“We’re doing it, Phoebe!” Holly squealed over the phone. “We sold the house!”

“What?” I nearly choked on my coffee. “Holly, are you serious? What about the kids’ school? Your jobs?”

“Oh, we’ll homeschool them on the road. It’ll be an education in itself! And we can always find work later. This is our chance to really live!”

I tried to talk some sense into her. I was really worried.

A worried woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

A worried woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“Holly, have you really thought this through? Travel is expensive, especially with kids. What happens when the money runs out?”

“Don’t be such a worrywart, Phoebe,” she said, brushing off the concerns. “We’ve got it all figured out. We’ll stay in hostels, maybe do some volunteering for room and board. It’ll be fine!”

It was not fine. Not at all.

At first, their social media was full of pictures from nice hotels and fancy restaurants.

“Living the dream!” they’d caption every post.

But within two months, those posts started to dwindle.

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A woman using her laptop | Source: Pexels

The last one I saw was a grainy shot of them camping in some field, with a caption about “embracing the simple life.”

Then, radio silence for a few weeks. I thought they were just busy enjoying their travels, unaware of what was really happening behind the scenes.

One day, I came home from work, exhausted after a long day of meetings and deadlines. All I wanted was to kick off my shoes, pour a glass of wine, and binge-watch some trashy reality TV.

But as soon as I opened my front door, I knew something was off.

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A doorknob | Source: Pexels

There were shoes I didn’t recognize in the entryway, kid-sized backpacks on the floor, and familiar voices coming from my living room.

I walked in, and there they were.

Holly, Nicholas, and their two kids. They were unpacking suitcases and boxes in MY living room.

“Holly?” I blurted out, squinting my eyes as I looked at the mess in my living room. “What… what are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi Phoebe!” Holly chirped. “Surprise! We’re back!”

“Back?” I repeated. “In my house?”

A woman talking to her sister | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her sister | Source: Midjourney

Then, Nicholas stepped forward, smiling like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Yeah, we decided to cut the trip short,” he said. “Turns out, full-time travel with kids is harder than we thought!”

“And Mom gave us your spare key… the one you gave her for emergencies,” Holly added. “I knew you wouldn’t mind us crashing here for a bit while we figure things out. It’ll only be for a few months.”

A woman standing in her sister's house | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in her sister’s house | Source: Midjourney

“A few months?” I protested. “Holly, are you serious? You can’t just move into my house without asking me!”

“But… we’re family. I thought you’d be happy to help us out.”

“Happy?” I could feel my cheeks burning with anger. “Holly, this is my house. My space. You should’ve talked to me about this!”

“Now, now, Phoebe,” Nicholas interrupted. “Let’s not get too high and mighty here. Family helps family, right? It’s not like you’re using all this space anyway.”

A muscular man looking away while talking to his wife's sister | Source: Midjourney

A muscular man looking away while talking to his wife’s sister | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Where did this entitlement come from? Why were they acting like what they did was fine?

“You guys need to leave,” I said, crossing my arms on my chest. “Now.”

But Holly refused.

Meanwhile, Nicholas started subtly threatening me.

“Come on, Phoebe,” he began, looming over me. “Don’t make this difficult. We don’t have anywhere else to go.”

I was furious. If I called the cops, their young kids might get dragged into it, and I didn’t want that.

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A close-up shot of a woman | Source: Midjourney

I needed to come up with a plan, so I headed straight to my bedroom and locked the door behind me.

At that point, I honestly felt like crying. I had no idea what to do until my phone buzzed. It was a text from my old college friend, Alex.

Hey Pheebs! In your area for work. Drinks tonight?

Alex was always the prankster in our friend group, always coming up with wild schemes. If anyone could help me out of this mess, it was him.

A woman thinking while holding her phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman thinking while holding her phone | Source: Midjourney

I quickly texted him back.

Actually, can you come over? I have a situation and could use your help. Bring your acting skills.

The doorbell rang an hour later, and I raced to answer it before Holly or Nicholas could. When I opened the door, I saw a police officer standing at my doorstep.

“Oh my God, Alex!” I looked at him with wide eyes. “You’re wearing the perfect costume!”

I quickly stepped outside and closed the door behind me.

“What happened, Pheebs?” he asked.

A man dressed as a police officer | Source: Midjourney

A man dressed as a police officer | Source: Midjourney

“I need your help getting rid of my relatives,” I told him, still fascinated by his fake police uniform. “They’ve completely taken over my house.”

I quickly explained the situation, and Alex agreed to help. Then, I opened the door and called out to Holly and Nicholas.

“Holly, Nicholas, can you come here please? There’s a police officer who needs to speak with us.”

They were smiling when they came into the hallway, but their expressions immediately changed when they saw Alex in his uniform.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“Good evening,” Alex said. “I’m Officer Johnson. We’ve received reports of a break-in at this address. Can you tell me what’s going on here?”

Nicholas looked at me, squinting his eyes. Then, he puffed up his chest and slowly walked toward Alex.

“There’s no break-in here, officer,” Nicholas said in a serious tone. “We’re family. Everything’s fine.”

“Officer, these people entered my home unlawfully,” I said. “I never gave them permission to be here.”

Alex nodded and then looked at Holly and Nicholas.

“How did you gain entry to this residence?” Alex asked.

A police officer talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

A police officer talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

“We, uh, we used a key,” Holly stammered. “Mom gave it to me. It was a, uh, spare key for emergencies.”

“But no one asked my permission,” I intervened. “So, technically, you broke in. Who knows what might be missing?”

“I see,” Alex said, looking around the house. “And when the homeowner asked you to leave, did you comply?”

“Now, hold on a minute,” Nicholas said, his voice trembling slightly. “We did—”

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A confused man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises immediately,” Alex cut him off, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “Failure to do so could result in charges of breaking and entering, as well as trespassing.”

I wanted to laugh so hard watching Nicholas pretending to be a police officer. He was just amazing. His last sentence was enough to send Holly and Nicholas into a panic.

“We’re sorry…” Holly began. “We’ll pack up.”

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A close-up shot of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

They quickly began throwing their things into their bags.

“If you leave right now,” Alex said sternly, “I won’t file charges. But you’ll return the key and never trespass again.”

They didn’t need to be told twice. Alex and I watched in silence as they grabbed their kids and their bags and bolted out of the house.

I finally laughed once their car sped away.

“You’re a lifesaver, Alex,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Coffee?”

“Sure!” he said as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

A police officer smiling | Source: Midjourney

A police officer smiling | Source: Midjourney

I quickly made two cups of coffee before we sat in my now-quiet living room.

“I can’t believe they just assumed they could live here,” Alex said, shaking his head.

“I know,” I sighed. “Part of me feels guilty, you know? They’re family, after all. But I just couldn’t let them freeload off me like that.”

“You did the right thing, Phoebe,” Alex reassured me. “They can’t just take advantage of you because their hare-brained scheme failed.”

A police officer talking to his friend | Source: Midjourney

A police officer talking to his friend | Source: Midjourney

“I’m so glad you messaged me at the right time, Alex,” I said, looking at my phone. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you. But why did you come dressed up like a police officer?”

“Oh, that,” Alex chuckled. “I was just messing around with friends, pulling pranks and all. I had no idea my costume would come in handy over here. What a coincidence, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “What a coincidence.”

A woman thinking while sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A woman thinking while sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

As we talked, I couldn’t help but think of the consequences of my actions. Had I done the right thing? Would this drive an irreparable wedge between me and my sister?

But then I looked around my living room. It was my space, and I had worked so hard for it. I thought about all the long hours and the sacrifices I’d made to buy a house and realized I couldn’t let Holly and Nicholas just take over everything.

I also realized it was okay to put myself first. It was okay to stand up for myself and not let people walk all over me.

What would you have done if you were in my shoes?

If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: Jack is furious when his sister-in-law shows up to a family event in his late wife, Della’s cherished dress. But the final blow comes when she “accidentally” ruins it right in front of him. Jack holds back his anger, but karma has its way of delivering justice in ways no one expects.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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