CREEPYPASTA

The Journal of Carter Pormon

August the 15th, 1931

Today is a sad day. It is with a heavy heart that I report my dearest grandmother has passed away. I must say I am not shocked, as her illness has been with her for many years. (She actually surprised us by living longer than we expected.) The family doctor allowed us to see her but one last time before the remains were to be moved to Wickman's funeral home. I found it hard to look at her, as the illness has caused her to age most awful; she seemed to be nothing more than a shrunken skeleton wearing a coat of skin much too small for her. After we bid our final goodbyes we were informed that the reading of her last will and testament will be tomorrow at her home. I feel strange for some reason.

August the 16th, 1931

It's nice to know that my grandmother's illness didn't keep her from her interests, as painting, upon painting, upon painting lay askew across her walls and even the floor. She told me it was a hobby she had ever since she was young. It seems painting is all she did for the last remaining years of her life, it's beautiful and tragic, really. We met with the Executor where he read grandmother's will, and I was surprised to see that she had left me some of her belongings; a crate full of original works and a box full of her childhood toys. Odd. What was even odder was the last request she made; she asked that her home, upon being emptied of its contents, be burned down. This is all rather odd, but I feel tired now so I will rest.

August the 20th, 1931

I have yet to open the box that I was given, or even glance at the paintings. It has been five days since her death and four since I got the possessions, but for some reason I find it hard to look at their contents. I decided to wait until a week after her death to look inside.

August the 22nd, 1931

It has now been a week since grandmother's passing, which means I could now look into the contents of the box. Inside were typical things; a stuffed bear, a small piece of silk (likely from a blanket), a toy horse and finally a small diary. Setting aside the box I looked at some of her paintings. Among the selections included various pieces of flowers, a self-portrait, and a painting of her childhood home. There was, however, one painting that caught my eye; it was an incomplete painting (I assume, being that it was not colored) that depicted a tunnel, with a crumbling road running through it to the other side. There was something inside the tunnel, a tall figure standing there. That is what I thought it was, at least, being that it was smudged. The piece was entitled simply “The Home.” I wonder what that is supposed to mean, I never understood why people name their paintings.  

August the 25th, 1931

The family held a meeting today to discuss grandmother's last request. We were split down the middle about whether or not we should actually follow her wish. Mother refused to allow the burning of the home she grew up in and Uncle Jordan believes we should do her bidding. I for one am having conflict figuring out why she would want to rid the world of such a beautiful home...

August the 26th, 1931

I haven't the slightest idea as to what to do with these paintings.

August the 30th, 1931

Uncle Jordan and Aunt Susan finally managed to convince my mother to let them burn down grandmother's house. We shall spend all of tomorrow moving out the rest of her possessions. I really don't feel like doing all that work, but I guess it is the least I can do.

August the 31st, 1931

Spent all of the day moving the things out of grandmother's house. It is hard to believe one woman could own so many things. We may have to spend another day finishing up the rest. And to think I could be reading right now.