Grandma

Grandmother

One night the boy couldn't sleep. He kept on tossing and turning. Finely the boy just got up from his mattress and tip toed to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass he filled it with tap water. Taking his water back to his room he saw that grandmother's light was on in her room. Grandma was often up late talking to mother. But mother was gone, the boy crept down the hall, being extra carful about that one step right in front of the bedroom door, it squeaked loudly. Peeping in the boy could see the familiar room. One big bed that grandmother and mother use to share, two closets stuffed full of junk and clothing. A bathroom with no door, but instead a bead curtain hung there. A brunt orange shag carpet sat on the floor. And lots of lava lamps were placed on tables and the floor. Grandmother was in the left side of the room, looking outside. It was very dark out. She was talking to herself. The boy wanted to go inside and ask if grandmother was alright, but a gut feeling told the boy not to interrupt her. Before leaving the boy took one last look at grandma, she had moved from the window to the bathroom. There she started to laugh, like in though weird cheesy horror films. But the boy wasn't carful, he stepped on the loose floorboard and grandma stopped her insane laughter. He could hear grandmother run to the bedroom door. Thinking fast the boy hopped into the hall closet. He could see the door slam open and grandmother shoot out like a bullet. Looking around like a crazed woman. Grandmother wore a moomoo, socks and her white-gray hair was an afro. That wasn't really that weird to the boy, she often wears only that. But what was weird, and perhaps frighting was the look in her golden eyes. They were primeval and wild. "Oh little boy" she crooned loudly. Grandmother danced to his room, opening the door she went inside. The boy knew she was going to be irate when she found his bed empty. After about two minutes went by the boy opened the closet door and peered out. No grandmother. Was she still inside his room. The boy was too scared to leave, so he stayed put. After several moments the boy heard the old floorboards creak, grandmother was wondering the house again and the boy was stuck inside the broom closet. But the creaking got louder, grandmother was walking to the closet, the boy tried to scoot deeper inside the closet, but to no avail. Soon the creaking stopped right outside the door. "Oh boy whatcha hiding for"? Grandmother sounded other worldly, her voice was high pitched, but also very low. It made the boy quiver in fear, he felt like wetting himself. But mother had beaten him silly for such things. Without a moments notice the closet door swung open to revel grandmother. She was holding a steak knife in her hand. "Hello" she whispered.