I was told to write a short story / scenario using the the word “Grumpy” as my theme
This is my attempt…… now you try and leave the link in a comment here for others to follow
Grumpy’s ghost comes to visit
The nightmares started a month ago and came about every third night. They were never the same but were amazingly similar. I was always being chased or cornered. I never saw what it was but I had a sense of dread that stayed with me long after I woke up. Then tonight there was no nightmare. I sat up awake knowing instantly I wasn’t alone. I know I’m conscious but what I’m seeing makes no sense. My Grandmother is sitting on the edge of the bed. She is staring down with her cloudy blue eyes.
She spoke softly with all the care I remembered from my childhood.”I need your help boettie. I want to move on but without you I can’t.” I nodded my head silently. She continued, oblivious to my shaking hands, “I have to tell you something that might upset you, but it’s true and you need to know it.” I leaned forward in bed nervously. “Your Grandfather killed me and now my soul is trapped in this world.”
“I need you to get the police to reopen this case so that the old bastard can be caught, convicted and confined for the rest of his miserable life” then she squeezed my knee and faded into the night.
I lay there for what seemed to be hours as I came to terms with what had just happened. Had I been dreaming, am I still dreaming, was this devastating news true and what do I do about it.
“Gramps, what do you know about Grumpy’s (Our term of endearment) death?” I asked
He reacted as if he had been slapped. “What you mean?” he said.
“She visited me in my dream the other night and she told me what you did” I said
“I suppose the old duck is blaming me again. She always blames me for everything” he muttered. “She died of natural causes” he said. “She died after eating those mushrooms she found in the yard”. “I wasn’t within a hundred miles of her”
OK, so who do I believe? Gramps or Grumps! they were both nuts enough to have done it.