(Written by me)
My grandma and I are really close.
I was my mother's first born and ever since then I've always been grandma's baby. I told her everything, and I trusted her more than anyone else in the world.
I'm 22 years old now and finally out of college and facing the real world, so my grandma decided to come visit me to see how well I was doing.
She arrived early last week, April 7th.
She stayed for six days, and it was the best time we ever had together. We went to the movies, ate dinner, went out to town, and we had the most fun of our lives.
When she left, April 13th, about an hour later I got a phone call from my mother.
"Honey, I have sad news. I know you and your grandma were really close and I know this is going to be the hardest for you out of all of us. Grandma died last week of a heart attack, April 6th. We just found out."
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Evil Things Live in the Dark
Terror"Evil Things Live in the Dark" is a collection of short scary stories written by me, Scott Johnson. (Or LegitShred). Please read, enjoy, and drop a like or a comment while you're at it, its what makes me want to keep writing. Enjoy :) If you want yo...
