HORROR DIARY: CreepyPasta

CreepyPasta #5: HOUSE CALL (Part 2)

"I would always go to your pharmacy when I used to live near there," Mrs. Wilshire said as she approached the couch, trailing just behind Sandy. "The staff was always so thoughtful and patient with me. I used to go back every year for my flu shot or whenever I needed anything. When I could get around easier, that is."

Sandy smiled warmly and sincerely. "Well, luckily you don't have to go all the way over there when we can come to you now."

Sandy sat first and helped ease the elderly woman onto the seat next to her. Mrs. Wilshire placed the cane at her side and began to roll up her right sleeve. "That's very sweet. So nice of you. To come all this way for little old me. I promise I won't keep you long."

"No worries." Sandy noticed her struggle with her sleeve. "Which arm do you write with, Mrs. Wilshire?"
"The right," Mrs. Wilshire responded.

As Sandy took out her hypodermic and flu vaccine vials she said, "So we should do the left arm then."
Mrs. Wilshire switched, feebly starting to roll down her left sleeve now, having a hard time with her purple sweater still on. "Oh, okay. You're the doctor."

Sandy saw she was having a hard time, so she sat up and helped pull off her sweater. "Here, let me..." With the sweater off, and the left sleeve rolled up, Sandy began to get the shot ready.

"Oh, you're so helpful," Mrs. Wilshire stated. "I'm glad they sent you. Are you new to the pharmacy?"

Sandy used a cotton ball to sanitize the area on her arm. "I've been there for about three months now."
"I see," Mrs. Wilshire replied.

Once the needle was ready, Sandy got the hypodermic near the woman's arm. "Now this might pinch a little."

"Oh, I'm quite used to pain." Mrs. Wilshire didn't even flinch as the vaccine was injected.

Sandy smiled and wiped the minor wound clean. "There. All done. You're a very good patient." She placed a small bandage over the wound.

Mrs. Wilshire touched Sandy's arm gently as a gesture of gratitude. "Such a godsend you are for doing this. Please, let me get you some tea before you go."

"Oh, I don't want to trouble you," Sandy said as she politely smiled, packing up her equipment. Mrs. Wilshire seemed like a sweet old lady but the house they were in still seemed very foreboding. The darkness and cramped feeling wasn't at all inviting. But at least its owner was kindhearted.

"Oh, please, I have some ready," Mrs. Wilshire said as she slowly rose and headed for the kitchen. "It won't take but a minute to heat up."

Sandy was almost packed but she felt bad as she watched the elderly woman slowly hobble across the living room. How could she turn her down? "Okay. Maybe just one cup."

Mrs. Wilshire turned awkwardly as though it was a slight strain to do so and smiled as she almost reached the kitchen. "Great. Ten minutes more and you'll be on your way. I'll see to it"

Sandy heard Mrs. Wilshire in the kitchen rustling about as she surveyed the living room. She noticed some of the pictures on the wall were missing with only stained imprints of the frames remaining. She could hear Mrs. Wilshire clanging tea cups in the kitchen, going on about the old days when she used to be able to get around. Sandy paid it little attention as her gaze became fixated on one of the cats. It appeared that one of its eyes were missing, as though it had been scratched out. All that remained in its place was a puss filled scab covering the socket. It made her wince, particularly when she noticed the second cat had the same wound.

A creepy feeling began to come over her, worse than anything she had felt up until this point. She didn't even bother to look for the third cat and see if it had a similar issue. She stood and grabbed the immunization kit along with her bag and was ready to leave. But when Mrs. Wilshire came into the living room struggling to bring the tray of tea to the coffee table, Sandy dropped her bags and helped her set the tray down. She wanted to apologize and leave but she felt sorry that the woman had gone to the trouble. No, despite her instincts to leave the creepy old house, Sandy decided to stay and finish a cup. Perhaps only half.