"And that children, is my story ", I said to Nami, Kai, and Rima with a weak smile on my face. The goose bumps on my arms didn’t fade away. Even after all these years, I am still terrified of that damn story. I’m still terrified at the memory of me murdering Nana, my own sister. I’m still throbbing with the guilt of a sinner.
Kai gave me a look of disbelief. "Grandma is that story even real? ", he asked with a look of sheer annoyance. Always the bookworm, he doesn’t believe in anything related to the fantasy ideas of life.
Rima pouted and glared at him. "It has to be real! Grandma would never lie! ", she proclaimed with confidence, unexplained confidence, but confidence.
I laughed quietly to myself. These three were too cute for their own good. They reminded me of Nana and I when we were still children, we were still together, we didn’t have to worry about the horrors of reality and what didn’t seem real. Slowly standing up, I began making my way to the kitchen for a cup of tea, still listening to the voices of my beloved grandchildren. They continued to argue and give out valid points about who was correct and who was incorrect.
"Grandma never lies! ", Nami argued while stomping her baby feet on the ground, she’s going to start a tantrum if she doesn’t get her way. I have seen it be done before.
"How do you know? ", Kai asked with attitude, "You're not grandma, dummy ".
"Don't call Nami a dummy, you dummy! ", Rima shouted at her brother.
Crashing and shouting entered my slowly deafening ears and I know for a fact that they have started yet another wrestling war. Kai versus Nami and Rima, I have seen it multiple of times before. I thought it was healthy. Siblings are known to fight all the time. Fighting usually makes the relationship stronger, usually it means that they love one another enough to openly state their opinions. They do say that those siblings, who argue the most, often care for one another the most.
The sound of my front door opening had echoed through the house and the fighting ceased to even exist. I could hear my grandchildren give out cheers of excitement and their footsteps running to the door. Typical, they always go running to their grandfather whenever they have a disagreement, especially Nami, she knows that he will side with her because she is grandpa’s little girl.
"Grandpa! ", they shouted with giddy excitement. I could hear my husband’s light heart chuckle sound through the happiness of our grandchildren.
Their footsteps had echoed through the house as they came closer to me. I took two tea cups out of the sink and placed them onto the polished wooden counter. I began to pour the boiling hot water into the small cups, listening to the conversation that my husband was having with our grandchildren.
"Grandma told us a scary story today, grandpa! ", Nami shouted as they waltzed into the kitchen. It was quite the sight. An elderly man with a young girl on his back and two other children hugging his torso like a bunch of koalas. Even to this day, he remains fit and strong, more than I have ever been at least.
"Did she now? ",he asked with a hint of entertained curiosity.
"Yeah! ", Rima replied in an excited voice, "You were in it too! ".
"I was? ", he asked becoming even more curious. I could already tell that he was giving me a suspicious look. Crap, I’m probably going to hear it tonight.
I placed one tea bag in each cup and then walked over to Seiku. "Tea? ", I asked him, yep, he’s giving me a suspicious stare. I knew I shouldn’t have told that story.
He took one of the cups and smiled lovingly at me, that same smile that I fell in love with. "Could I hear this story? ", he teasingly asked me, knowing that I would tell him no.
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Ghost Stories:Shiryo Village *Editing*
ParanormaleIt is the year 1965 in Japan where a village filled with mysterious villagers, kept hidden within a dense forest. Secluded away from neighboring villages whom had never even heard of this well kept and lost village, shadowed by tress and bushes. Thi...