Peeking through the window her surprise turned to horror…
My grandpa has always told me tales about the ghosts and ghouls in his house, but I never believed him as it just seemed so dumb. It was about 5:00 pm on a sunday night as I sat on his worn leather couch. The rain outside was quite intense as it blew the curtains open with almost no effort. It was odd, and creepy….
My grandpa sat in his red wooden rocking chair that looked as if had seen better times. He just sat across the room rocking back and forth staring at the wall with no emotion. I looked at him and tried to get his attention, but there was no response. I knew he was starting to lose his hearing but I expected him to at least look at me. His face looked tired and almost as if he had no mind as he sat rocking back and forth.
I glanced out the window as the tree branches scraped against the house. I always remember seeing this little cat white as can be that would strut across the grass almost every morning when I was little. I haven’t seen it in a while but I just assumed it had passed. All of a sudden, my grandpa got up very slowly from his chair. You could hear it creak as he struggled to get up. I asked him:
“Do you need any help grandpa?”
He glanced over at me with a smile as he managed to get up. I heard his cane knock against the floor as he limped into the kitchen. I felt as if something was crawling up my neck as I leaned back against the couch. I brushed the back of my neck with my hand and looked around the old house and all it’s cracks and cobwebs. I heard a plate drop in the kitchen, but there was no crash.
I sat forward a bit and waited for a sound. But there was none. I got up and walked into the kitchen expecting him to be there but he wasn’t. The lights weren’t even turned on, it was just dark.
I murmured to myself as I glanced around the kitchen. I could hear footsteps upstairs which didn’t make any sense since my grandpa has not been able to go up the stairs in around 6 years. I hesitantly wandered over to the worn and dusty stairs. I looked up the stairs only to see darkness. I looked closer at the stairs and realized there was no footprints. I stepped back from the stairs and headed back to the living room where I sat back down on the old leather couch. I looked through my phone for about 10 minutes till I decided to look around for my grandpa.
I was about to get up from my seat as I looked at the rocking chair. It was rocking back and forth by itself, I froze in fear. Someone rang the doorbell out of the blue, it broke the silence. I got up trembling as I tip toed over to the door. I opened it with my eyes closed. It was a pizza guy.
He said with a smile.
“It’s 11:30 pm…..and I didn’t order a pizza..”
“Oh wrong house”
He said with a chuckle as he roamed into the rainy darkness. I shut the door and stopped. I realized that he wasn’t even wet from the rain, he was completely dry head to toe. I peered out the window only to see him standing there about 20 feet away from the porch. He just stood, motionless. He looked faded, almost see through. I couldn’t make out his face, so I turned on the porch light. He disappeared. I turned it off and there he was, but now he was closer.
I stopped as my whole body became drenched in sweat. I reluctantly turned around as I saw in the corner of my eye….My grandpa…..He had sat back down in his red rocking chair. Or at least I thought…
“Oh there you are!! You had me worried for a bit”
I chuckled as I watched him turn around and smile.
“I just went out for a walk my dear…”
He whispered with a croak in his voice. I smiled at him and peered back out the window shocked to see that the delivery guy was no longer there.
“Grandpa a minute ago there was a young man standing outsi-…Grandpa?”
I looked behind me to see that he was no longer there either, yet his chair was once again rocking by itself. I never heard him get up from his chair so now I was starting to get the creeps. It now had turned 12:00 am as I heard the old burgundy grandfather clock go off in the corner of the room.
The doorbell rang again. I walked over to the door and opened it with hesitance.
It was the pizza guy again.
“Oh my gosh I told you wrong house!”
I complained as he stared me dead in the eye and laughed. But this was a weird laugh, he had no emotion. I started to close the door as until I saw blood drip down his neck. I stopped in fear as I watched what seemed like a horror movie happen before my eyes. He suddenly fell backwards and crawled down the steps on his hands and feet. I could see the blood leave a trail as he crawled backwards towards the street.
I slammed the door and locked it as I saw my grandpa standing behind me. Again with no emotion…
“Grandpa thank goodness you’re here that was one of the-…”
I ran to hug him as I just fell through him. I looked up at him from the floor with fear in my eyes. I started to cry as suddenly the lights flickered and then went off, I laid and cried feeling like I had lost my mind….