Sunday, August 26, 2012

My Grandfather's Message - by Anonymous

When my grandfather died, the whole house was set into mourning. My Grandmother refused to bury him or even let him go. When midnight fell, we were forced to give her sleeping pills, because she was trying to kill herself with a blade. She immediately fell asleep, and we buried his corpse in the backyard. I stayed over, for keeping her company, and after checking that everything was in order, I went to bed. Sixteen minutes into midnight, I was woken up by the sound of footsteps. I cautiously went into the hall, and saw... nothing. The hall was innocently empty. I was about to turn, when I saw blood streaking out of my grandmother's room. I ran in there, and I saw her wrists slit open, and her blood all over the bed and floor. I called an ambulance, and my mum and dad, and after she was safely taken into the ICU, I heard a whispered 'Thank You...." into my ear. To this day I don't know whether that was my imagination, or my grandfather's soul speaking to me.