One Shots

Unforseen Events

I burst through the door, full sprint towards my grandpas room.

Last I heard he was perfectly fine, but when I was on the phone with him, he sounded as if he could only speak with half a lung. I was on my way to look at a new apartment not to far from his, so it was no trouble to come see him. We were having a conversation about the differences and similarities of hotels and motels when he suddenly stopped talking and I heard something drop to the ground.

"SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH MY GRANDPA!" I yelled to the landlord as I ran to his room. I visited my grandpa often, so everyone in his apartment complex knew me well. Jermain, the landlord handed me a key as I ran by him. It slid right in to the keyhole a I was running. The door opened so fast, it put a dent in the wall.

As I came to a halt at my grandpas door, I found myself crying. I was scared to see what was behind that door, It almost felt as if it was a nightmare. If he was on the ground unconscious, or having a seizure there would be a problem. But if he was completely fine and just broke his phone, I would look like an idiot.

I slowly opened the door. Expecting the worst, all I got was confusion. There was nothing. Not a single trace that anyone had ever lived in this room. No cloths, no tv, no mail on the dresser. Nothing that made it his room.

I looked over at the window, and saw it was open with the curtains flowing in the wind as if this was a movie scene.

I called 911 as soon as I found my phone in my bag. When they showed up they searched the room, but absolutely nothing came up. They searched the apartment records, and still nothing. Then things got interesting.

They even checked the police records. They had no record of him living in Arizona for the past 20 years. Either I'm absolutely insane, or however did this, covered their tracks really well. I'm going to assume that number 2 is the correct answer, because everyone else was thinking the same thing. "I remember him; don't I?"

I don't think he had any enemies. He was the nicest old man in the whole town. He worked at a computer design factory from before I was born to two years ago, when he retired. From then on he just sat around reading and playing ping pong with his neighbor Dennis. He went to Japan when he was a teenager. But other than that he stayed in Arizona.

Everyone spent the next couple weeks confused. What had happened to that old man. One minute he was on the phone with me, the next he is nowhere. No record of his existence anywhere. He was just a cloud of dust in everyone's memories. According to the law anyway. Everyone who was anyone was in his case. Someone who had no experience in detective work like me had no chance of solving this. I still tried of course, but I was no help. I would sneak into his place with my friends at lunch. We would tear the place apart from top to bottom. We went through drawers and cabinets. We went through rooms and closets. Nothing ever turned up. I did this everyday for two months even after the official investigation had been closed. Eventually I decided to leave things alone.

"What happened to grandpa?" I asked my mom. "Use your imagination." She would say every time I asked. No one really knows what happened to him, but I suspect that it has something to do with his teenage years. I guess no one ever will know...

THE END!!!

I know it was an abrupt stop, but I had nothing else on the mind. These stories are mostly to get rid of writers block so I can continue with my novels. Thanks to you all, and have a great day!
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