horror stories with twists

staying at grandma's house

I was going to stay at my grandma's house for the week. As I walked out the car I seen the Lovely house surrounded by bright, colourful, roses. I walked along the brick, stone path, holding my mother's hand then we got to the pretty flower arch covered in red and white roses, that lead to her huge house. The house was old and made of mostly wood but I loved it. We got to the front door and my mother knocked."be there in a second!" An old grasby voice announced that I recognised as my grandmother's. After about five minutes she opened the door with her cane and hugged me till I couldn't breathe." Oh Liliana my daughter why don't you visit me more often!" My grandma announced, in more of a statement then question, to my mother. My mother started talking to her about who knows what in my grandmother's language, while I just stood there and stared at a lump in the ground buried in her rose garden. She then realised were I was looking and rushed me in." Goodbye Evelyn, love you, Be good!" My mother yelled out as she ran back to the car as it started to rain. I looked out the window and watched the rain drops as I  felt a blade at the back of my neck. I pulled my gun out and turned around and shot my 'gandma' in the head. The limp body swayed and fell backwards."that's for killing my grandma!"I yelled at the body of her dead sister. My mother watched on FaceTime smiling, happy to get revenge, little did she know I killed gandma, two down one to go.

A/n I really liked this one I hope you did too!