Ever since I was little, I've known things were never the way people told me they were, and these notes from my grandpa confirm that theory.
I went to my grandfather's funeral and after people said their passages and everything, the names for the will were stated and, dad, mom, uncle, aunt, and I walked to the living room of the huge manor. The priest reads the will and the last sentence hit me as strange, stranger than the mysterious way that he died, they said he was found mauled by a coyote on his bed. They say a coyote because one piece of fur was found in the house, but the cops never said how it got in.
"This last sentence is very important," the priest says, "'once you receive your item(s), leave the area and don't return.' I will now begin reading the will. 'To Dad, I leave my savings account of $500,000.'" Dad leaves.
"'To Mom, I leave my car and Manor'"
Mom leaves.
"'To Uncle, I leave Rebecca, Jaimes, and Molly, my beautiful dogs.'"
Uncle leaves
"'To Aunt, I leave my jewels.'"
Now for me. I wonder what grandpa left me, because the only thing I can think of is his candy, or maybe toys.
The Priest looks at me, and says,
"To Jensen, I leave my writings, handle and keep with care. There is more to be seen and you and I both know that.'"
The priest hands me a shoe box. inside are some notes that are old and worn, they look as if they were written with extreme haste. Old curvy cursive-calligraphy.
I walk out of the room and get in my mom's '05 4x4 ram pickup.
"What did you get?" mom asks
"I'm not allowed to tell you.'' I reply, that's not true but I have this feeling that I shouldn't tell them. Unsatisfied, mom does her grinch grouch and looks ahead. She starts the truck, and we drive back to her house. My parents divorced 7 years ago, and my dad lives in Kentucky with my aunt and uncle.
The drive back to the house from the manor is about an hour, on the way back my mom calls her brother, and they are talking about moving our stuff into the manor. I play my music and fall asleep looking out the window.
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I wake up and it's storming, we are in the truck still and the clock says its 20:34(8:34pm), the truck is loaded with stuff, blankets, pillows, some of my stuff like collectables. I ask my mom how long I was out, and why she didn't wake me up.
"I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't. So, me and my brother got packed up and we started the trip to the manor. Your grip on that shoe box was so tight I couldn't get it from you."
I look down to see the shoe box still in my grip.
The rest of the ride there was boring, we unpacked the few things we had, I unlocked the manor and walked inside, staring at all the big fancy furnishings. My mom walks up next to me and says to me,
"Big, isn't it?
"Yeah, it is."
"Go upstairs and pick any room."
"Ok."
I was too tired that night to ask any questions. I walked up the stairs and opened the last door at the end of the hall into a room. It had a king size bed, a walk-in closet next to a bathroom, on the direct opposite side of the bed was a trifold closed door, like the ones in a kid's room. next to the bed was a desk with a pc and monitor. I sit down at the desk and open the shoe box. I pull out and unroll one of the notes. it was 2 pages long, it read
"If you were going to do something let's, say, hide. What would you do? go under your bed and cry? Hide in the closet and hope the intruder passes and forgets you are there? What about the monster under your bed? Curl up under covers and weep? Turn on your lights and hope it gets bored and moves on? If its human, it'll wait, light won't scare it."
"This note is weird, it's more like a story." I think to myself, but I'm still intrigued to read.
"Now what about your closet."
there are some blood stains splattered on the page right here.
"You, in a pitch-black room, relaxed when you are about to fall asleep, when a long black, blood-stained finger with razor sharp nails, one at a time, lays finger after finger on the bottom of the closet door, then the next hand crosses over to the other side of the door-"
I hear a creak and jolt to look at the closet, the door moves slightly. no no no no, this is NOT the room. just a coincidence, it's a story, right? I continue reading.
"-and begins to slide it open."
more blood stains, and some small cuts on the page
"5 small dark eyes with a faint glow of a reddish-brown hue blink into the crack in the opening, its face peaks out and the light hits it just right that the face is shown, red, blood shot sunken eyes placed in its cracked skull where skin hangs off. Rows of shark teeth stained in old and fresh blood. Blood drips as it slowly crawls out of the closet"
big blood splotch with text covered.
"-ood on its face of an elk with broken antlers. Long spindle legs and arms."
I look at the closet door.
"Its head rotates on its neck.
If you had to hide from THAT monster, what would you do."
then his signature. these seem to just be horror stories. I decide I'm going to sleep and the moment my head hits the pillow i fall asleep.
DING. DING. DING.
my phones notifications go off. the time is 03:12(3:12am) i turn it on and see 3 new messages.
"Hello Jensen"
"don't read those notes"
"you'll awaken them..."
its from an unknown number. A loud flash of thunder and lightning and light peels through the curtains. 2 boney hands appear on the closet door and 5 eyes blink. I'm frozen lying in my bed. another flash and its gone. its just my imagination right? Another flash and somethings standing in the corner, 10ft tall, elks head, 5 eyes. another flash its gone.
DING
"you can only end what you started."
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My Grandpa Left Me Some Notes
Terrora kids grandpa died and left him some strange notes. his grandpa died a strange death. he starts to see things and gets text from an unknown number.
