I've always been close to my grandma. Even as a kid, I worried about what would happen when she died. So I made a pact with myself, and vowed to make sure whatever happened to her, I would always fix her.
Now, she's sick.
I mean, really ill. She can't move or do minor tasks without help anymore. I've been coming to see her frequently, she's had a nurse taking care of her, but the nurse wants to quit. She says my grandma is mean and grumpy.
So I'm moving into her house. It's old and creepy. Sometimes I feel like there's always something watching me.
It's been 2 weeks I've been taking care of her, and her condition is getting worse, so I'm planning on calling a doctor round to check on her.
Her skin is turning blue, and she moves so stiffly now. She barely talks, and she looks all bloated. I was brushing her hair yesterday and a clump fell out. Her teeth are rotting, and I think she doesn't blink anymore.
She's horribly sick.
The doctor's here now. He asked me what the smell was when he entered the house. He screamed when he saw her lying in bed.
"Ma'am, she's dead." He told me, and he has a horrified look on his face. "She's been dead for weeks!"
But I don't believe it though. She's not dead, she's just sick.
I can fix her.
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Terrifying Tales
ParanormalHorror stories to read in the dark, right before bed. Sleep tight ((Warning: This is just a collection of my favourite horror stories, and while some of them I will write myself, most of them will be collected online.))
