It was just another ordinary visit with my grandmother, except this time, I had to sleep in the guests room. I was more than happy to, but considering how someone moved into my space, there was nothing I could really do about it. But I wasn't really complaining. Anyway, it was around the middle of Summer when I decided to visit.
This was just simple routine; arrive at Grandma J's, put my clothes in my room, then enjoy the company. So what could have gone wrong? Maybe the fact that my grandmother had a crazed obsession over stuffed animals, dolls, and some weird puppet. She had her whole guest bedroom turned into a stuffed animal sanctuary for hells' sake.
But I still loved her still the same. When night came, I had gotten ready for bed, but sllently dreaded that I had to share a room with my grandmothers crazed addiction. Before I went to bed, my grandma kissed me goodnight before I went downstairs. She told me to have a good nights rest, and she also apologized about the room being crowded.
I simply shrugged and told her it was no biggie. Why worry the old girl? So, getting in to bed was a bit of a struggle; considering that I had to shove a majority of the stuffed animals off the bed. Once I was finally snuggled under my covers I had a strange feeling. I opened my eyes, and in the corner of the room was Billy. No, Billy isn't the guy who moved into my space, or he wasn't my grandpa, or even a random little kid. Although, if a random little boy appeared in my room that night, it would have been a lot better.
You see, Billy is an old puppet that my grandma had received from her first carnival. Weird, especially that they gave out puppets. But she had a strange fasination with this doll and took him home. She couldn't quite decide on a name until she found it written on the bottom of his shoe. When she smiled and said his name, she swore she saw a something spark in those wooden eyes. The next day, the name was earased from the puppets foot; but, my grandma being the naive girl she was, didn't give it a second thought.
When she got married, she just couldn't give him up. he had been there all through the years, good and bad. He watched my grandma grow up and enjoy life. But he probably hadn't seen Grandma J in years, since she put him down in the guest bedroom.
To get back to the story, Billy was in the corner of the room. His big, painted on, fading eyes were looking right at me. Or so it seemed. The gaze sent a wave of fear into my chest but I realized how stupid I was being. It was just a wooden object. What harm could it really do?
