The Closet Full of Nightmares.

~*Chapter 9: It's the Grandmother's Fault!~*

AN: **Warning! This chapter contains loads of potty mouth language.**

(But it's censored, so don't worry. b(-w- ))

 It'll probably not get worst in later chapters...

....or I'm hoping anyways. ( ._.) 

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*~3rd Person POV.~*

Her sharp green eyes scanned the area around her as her tiny head ducked behind every tree peeking out of each side, glaring at the bushes and other trees she came in contact with.

The young girl didn't know exactly what she was doing, if anything she just wanted to go into the house and watch TV like she had been doing hours before. Though, today that old woman decided to act like an actually adult and told her to go play outside. The girl hated playing outside.

"There's nothing to do." She called out, sighing and taking a seat on a rock that sat beside a tree. "Kids in this day and age don't use their imagination anymore..So why do I gotta?"

"Well, isn't it good to experience nature?" An older woman, who was sitting on a fallen tree nearby the girl, said quietly. Her green eyes closely resembling the ones of the little girl. "I mean, you ******* kids need to get out of the ******* house every once in a while or your brains will become ****." The woman continued plainly, the little girl winced at the choice of words used.

"Gran," The six year old growled almost in annoyance. "Mommy said those are bad words and not to say them around me."

"Sorry, but does it look like I give a *****?" Her grandmother asked in her usual sarcastic tone. "But seriously, Savannah, it's not like you aren't going to learn the words later in life."

Savannah rolled her eyes but still look up at the old woman with a small smile. "But don't you want to keep me as pure and innocent as possible?"

"Hell no!" Gran exclaimed, "The pure and innocent ones are always the first to be taken by monsters! You want to be perverted, sarcastic, and dirty so you can be the last one standing!"

"I-I guess you're right, Gran..." Savannah admitted quietly, the old woman smiled brightly at that.

"See? You're getting it!" Gran stood up from her spot on the fallen tree to place a hand on Savannah's head. "Just remember to keep your words lock inside tight until the timing is right—Otherwise, it won't be as fun when seeing the reactions on other people's faces when you say those words."

"Does the reaction really matter?" Savannah asked, raising one of her eyebrows as if to challenge her grandmother.

Gran took in a gasp and mockingly putting her hands to her heart. "Well of course, child! The reactions the best part!"

"How so?" Questioned the six year old, continuing to mock her grandmother with a slight smirk.