Chapter 12- Is it guilt?

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"What is it?" Syke inquired.

 "Your father." 

Syke looked scared.

 "He is having a heart attack!"

 "What?"

 "Yeah, I've called an ambulance. They are on their way." 

The 3 rushed down. 

Grandpa Jordan, lying on the couch, dying.

 "Dad," sobbed Syke. 

Even Tyson looked a little sad.

"The ambulance will be here soon," Syke bawled.

 "That's ok. Even if they don't make it in time, I've still had a great life." 

"Don't say that! You are making it, I swear I shall kill you if you die."

The paramedics bursted in and calmly escorted Grandpa Jordan to the ambulance. Syke jumped in too. The paramedics put the oxygen mask on and placed an ECG on Jordan. 

Syke bawled. "Don't die, don't die, don't die!" 

Grandpa Jordan's life flashed through his eyes. The day he was born, his memories with his Mum and Dad, the day he proposed, the day of his wedding, the day Ronald was born, the day Lennie and Bennie were born, Syke was born and his 2 grandchildren. Good, good times.

He was alive still, when he reached the hospital. The paramedics sorted him out and things were fine.

 "Hey paramedics, is it possible for us 2 to have alone time?" 

Grandpa Jordan grinned with glee. He hadn't had alone time with one of his beautiful sons for years. The paramedics stepped out.

 "Dad," Syke had rivers streaming down his eyes. "I'm so so sorry."

 "What ever for, my only son?"

 "I'm a terrible son. Disown me, I have committed terrible acts of blood, anguish." 

"What have you done?" Grandpa Jordan chuckled. 

"Newspaper showing killing 100 people and carving their heads out like pumpkins. I have done 99. I need one more and I'm done, but I'm planning to use the wishes that I can use for summoning this ghoul to bring them back, but still, I have caused havoc, grief, pain and confusion on many families, including ours. I killed them all. I'm sorry." 

Grandpa Jordan drifted off to sleep, smiling. 

The paramedics came in and reassured. "He's alive, just needing rest." 

Syke smiled a faint one.

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