The Team. (And the IMPORTANT authors note!!!)
I stood there unable to move, or think, or breath. Tears fell from my eyes as I thought of Edward in Hell being ripped appart, not only from himself but from his family. I felt weak. But at the same time freedom. I reached in my pocket and got out the last piece of wood. My piece.I would forever keep it with me. I knew there would be no way I would forget it. I went back to the graves and took one last look. It was over. I smiled and went to the truck started it and drove back to the farm. I parked it and crawled over the busted down fence. It was about 9 pm and I walked back to the Mayest house. I went in and got the rest of the things of mine and nanas from the room and headed back to the church.
I picked locked the door and went in. Nana was still laying in the cot. I drug mine out and laid next to her. I made sure she was still breathing. She was still alive. I covered up with the wood in my hand, and tired to get some sleep.
***the next day***
The next morning nana got up before me. "Ooh my head!!" She cried as she got up and stumbled around. I shot up out of my cot. "Do you need some medicine?" I asked. She sat down. "Oh my head" she said again. I began to worry. "It hurts right here" she said pointing to the side I hit her on. "On a scale from one to ten" I said. "20" she said. "Wait, what is today?" She asked. "The 12th" I said. "We stayed here over night? We were supposed to leave yesterday" she said. "Let me take some medicine and lay down for a few minutes" she walked to her bag and took some Advil.She went back to her cot and quickly fell asleep. Durning that time I had lots of things going through my head. And I come to many conclusions. Steve. Steve was a demon. He was a powerful one too. He could be human or sprit whenever ever he pleased. Joey practiced satanism. The tunnels under the house were there as extra space that never got time to be decorated, I am guessing. Anne must have prep enter when she knew she was going to die. Honestly I don't think her and Joey actually did anything I think they were caught before they were about to.
Abby and Drew were killed my Steve and he drug them down the tunnel. As for Bernie, I wonder how he got the house. And how did he know about the sprits?
After nana rested she got back up. It was about 3 in the afternoon. And all I had done was sit there. "How do you feel?" I asked. "A lot better. I don't know why my head hurt so bad. It still hurts but gosh not as bad" she said. I walked over to her. "I'm sorry " I said. She kissed my cheek and went over to her bags. "We need to be heading home." She said. "Boy you are just up and going" I said. "Well I wanna get out of here" she joked. I went over to my clothes that were in a pile and folded them up I. My suit case. I got to my pants when I felt something in the pocket. I took it out. It was the picture of Abby.My jaw dropped as I held it. I forgot all about that. I put it in my backpack and finished what i was doing. When we was done we put out things in the car. "Did we get everything from the bed and breakfast" I asked. "I think so" I said. "Well let's go back just to make sure" she said. We went back to the house. The place had a normal atmosphere but it felt empty. I don't blame it either.
We went in out room and didn't find anything. I went over to the fireplace and rubbed my fingers across the plate. In memory of Edward Grayson. I smiled and put my hand on my heart. I got my thermal camera from the corner of the room and put it in the case. I turned and walked out of the room one last time. "It don't smell in here like it used to" nana said.
As we were walking out Bernie pulled up. "Here is the keys to our room" nana said handing them to him. "Thank you. I do apologize for the problem and having to move everyone to the church." He said. "Who is your grandfather?" I sparked. He looked puzzled. "His name was Joey Mayest." He said. "I see. That explains so much" I said and let it at that. I got in the car and waited for nana. She got in and started to back out. "Why do you ask " he shouted coming to the car. "Because he lived here" I said. "But, you already knew that"
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The Haunting
Misterio / SuspensoA story of me and my grandmother as our vacation home took a horrifying turn for the worse.