Riding a Nightmare

Grandma's House

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Immediately after another click and clack was heard and Harry realized this new person had a shotgun and it was trained on his hideout!

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What do you think about when you think of a grandma?

Most people might think of kindness, fresh baked cookies or good cooking or a love of magazines ...

Harry couldn't see much through the closet door's slats ... A god send considering the gory death of his attacker. All he could see was the flowing white figure coming closer. However, the last thing Harry expected to see when the closet doors were thrown open was that the ghostly white thing was actually a skinny, small, silver haired old woman in a billowing white nightgown with her silver hair flying wildly ...

Though she still had the shotgun pointed at him and murdered a man in front of him so it's not like the danger went away. Now Harry was shaking in fear and praying the old woman had no desire to kill all witnesses. For a moment the old sharp eyes just glared at him ...

Suddenly, the lights came on in the hall and the voice of a young person, who quickly moving down the stairs, was heard, "Grandma, are you ok? I heard the gun fire. What-"

The old woman whirled around, "Don't come in the kitchen, Cherry! Let grandma clean up ... Actually, be a dear and grab my glasses. Can't see a bloody thing." She muttered and with one quick flick she closed the closet doors, leaving Harry in darkness.

Harry blinked, realizing a few things while trying to ignore the sound of a body being dragged away. One of them was the fact that the old woman wasn't actually glaring at him! She was squinting because she just couldn't see!

Unfortunately, the other thing he realized was that there was a familiar sound right after the doors were shut, but before the dragging started. It was a small click and the doors shook a little as it happened. In short, the old woman locked him in.

"Please don't be locked." Harry whispered under his breath.

While listening to the sounds of the body being thrown outside he quickly moved forward. It was only when he was sure that the old left, most likely through a back door, that he moved up to the doors. As he feared, the doors were locked.

"Don't bother. Sit in there and be quiet, you bum." The old woman said, making Harry jump in shock since he didn't even hear her return.

What he did hear was things being moved and muttering from the old. Soon the lights were turned on, but it didn't really help him see much more. The familiar sounds of a mop plopping into a bucket and the smell of lemons came to him. For a moment his visibility was blocked as she swiftly cleaned up the blood as best as she could without glasses.

Not wanting to cause any more trouble Harry plopped down as instructed. However, he remembered what the old woman called him. That 'old bum' comment ... If she couldn't see well did she assume he was the old man in the passport?

The soft sounds of footsteps were heard and Harry could slightly see that a slim young girl about his age, who was wearing a pink ruffle covered nightgown, entered the kitchen, "I found your glasses and your hair net." She said sweetly and disappeared off to the side of the kitchen where her grandmother was.

The old woman wasn't in view, but Harry heard her emptying the bucket, "Hair net? ... Oh my. It must've fallen off when I jumped." She muttered casually, not thinking jumping off the landing was anything special.

With a deep breath to calm down Harry stood up as best he could and knocked on the door, "Umm ... I'm sorry for barging in. I was being chased-" He fell silent the second the doors were rattled and flung open.