I once chose not to take the sleeping drug my brother and wife were giving me in order to see what they were doing while I was asleep, and what I saw truly terrified me 
I’m 65 years old, and I’ve been having terrible sleep for the past few months. I was unable to fall asleep without the powerful sleeping drug the doctor prescribed. I slept so well after taking those tablets that I was barely aware of my surroundings when I woke up. My brother, who had been living with us since his own wife died, constantly saying that I needed “deep, proper rest,” and my wife always made sure I took my medication.
But as time went on, their care started to appear odd. They watched my every move too closely and made too many demands. And one night, I just went to the kitchen instead of bringing water to the bedroom.
My brother and wife sprang apart as soon as I entered, as though I had caught them in the act of doing something illegal.
Too tensely, she said, “Why aren’t you asleep?”
I said, “I forgot my water.”
I returned to the bedroom, but I was unable to fall asleep. They had shown too much dread. I came to the realization that they were concealing something, and it related to me.
I made the decision to act as though I had already taken the drugs and was asleep the following night. After lying down and waiting for them to exit the room, I silently rose and entered the corridor. I approached the kitchen and cautiously peered inside.
I got a chilly shock from what I saw there
As I would have imagined, my brother and wife were seated at the table, but they weren’t talking about daily issues or sipping tea. Documents and a thick, labeled folder were on the table. My brother was whispering something to my wife and pointing to certain paragraphs as she frantically turned through the papers, her hands shaking.
However, that wasn’t the most terrifying aspect. They were discussing me.
With an eye toward my brother, my wife inquired, “How much longer do you think he’ll hold on?” — Are you certain that those medications are weakening him instead of strengthening him?
“I’m sure,” he answered. He’s having an increasingly difficult time waking up. Before he begins to suspect anything, we must complete everything.
I felt a chilly shiver. Complete what?
Another folder was viewed by my wife. I nearly yelled when I squinted and saw a copy of my will, which I had signed years prior. There was also a fresh document—a fake—next to it. Although it was obviously not penned by me, the signature was mine.
We will present the updated version to the notary tomorrow. My brother answered, “He’ll believe it.” — He requested me to assist him in completing everything, and we will inform him that his situation has gotten worse.
My wife said, “The most important thing is that he doesn’t start resisting.” — Did you witness his arrival yesterday? I assumed he noticed that we were getting ready for something.
My legs almost gave out. I recognized that they planned to seize my pension, the property, and my savings.
My wife then posed the query that reaffirmed my worst suspicions:
Are you certain that if we continue to give him the double dose, his heart will be able to tolerate it?
My brother replied softly, “It’s not supposed to handle it.” He’s to blame for living this long.
I felt my entire being freeze. Holding my breath, I gently retreated from the entrance. They wanted to kill me under the pretense of “treatment,” not merely trick me.
When I heard their footsteps coming, I returned to the bedroom, lay down, and covered myself with the blanket, acting as though I was sleeping. After silently opening the door, my wife went to the bedside and set a glass of water with the medication dissolved on it.
She said, “Let him sleep deeply.” It won’t last much longer.
