Isabella Neurock

Creative Writing
10/18/19
Horror
The Insane Grandmother

In an old yellow creaky house around the corner from a pitch-black alley in Oregon was

where Peters' grandmother’s house was. She had gone insane. Ever since the passing of

Peter’s grandfather Henry, she had never seemed normal anymore. As the sweat dripped down

Peter’s neck in a panic, he glances down at his phone with no bars. He tries to force open the

jammed window as he notices its drilled down. Thinking of what else to do, he attempts to open

the bedroom door, but it’s locked from both sides.

“No way, this cannot be happening right now,'' he thinks to himself.

As he paces the room like a nervous wreck, he eventually develops a plan in his head.

Using a pen found in the bedroom dresser he picks the lock and gets himself out of the trapped

bedroom. He bolts down the stairs to the front door thinking

“Come on, Peter, you can do it! Just escape before she comes!”

As he tries to open the front door to escape, he realizes it is also drilled into the wall

purposely so he cannot get out.

Feeling confused and betrayed, Peter thinks to himself, “My Own grandmother is trying

to kill me right now, this woman has gone mad !”

He hears her footsteps pronouncing loud sounds like an indicator he knows she is

coming.

“Quick! What do I do ?”

Soon enough, he feels her eyes behind him as a rush of adrenaline swarms his entire

body leaving him to feel sick to his stomach.

“And what do you think you're doing out of your bedroom my Peter?” his grandmother

Carol explained.
 “Why are you locking me in here?”

“Why are you doing this?” “I don’t understand!” Peter screams in her face.

As Carol reaches in the pocket of her robe, she brushes her fingers up against a sharp

knife. Peter notices her rustling with something in her pocket but does not think much of it. He

panics and turns the other way, trying to force the crooked door knob open to escape, Carol

pulls out the knife striking Peter in the back.

As he falls to the floor screaming out for help Carol mutters to herself “What have I

done?” Carol begins dragging Peters cold body down the stairs of her creaky old home. Little

did she know Peter was still conscious.

As he played dead, she put his body down the stairs and hid him in a small closet on the

dusty floor. Carol drills the door shut so that no one would ever find him. Struggling to catch his

breath with an open wound back, Peter reaches for his phone.

“No way,” he thinks to himself noticing he has service.

“Who has service downstairs, but not upstairs?” he mutters as he quickly dials 911.

“Hello, this is 911, what is your emergency?” the operator says.

“Help I have been stabbed in the back by my grandmother, she lives off of Highway101

on Abbey Rd. in an old yellow home”, Peter cries into the phone.

As he hung up the phone, he tries to ignore the pain digging in the back of his spine.

Meanwhile, upstairs Carol takes a seat on her floral printed couch and thinks about how she can

cover her tracks.

Reminiscing on how she got away with this, she realizes she has gone insane and starts

to worry about the guilt she will have to live with the rest of her life knowing she has “killed” her

own grandson after the passing of her husband, Tim. As she is spaced out in thought sirens,

begin to go off as she sees red and blue flashing lights through the reflection of her windows.

*Boom Boom Boom*

“Open the door now this is the police!”

 Carol knows exactly what she did and concludes that there is no way to save herself.

She slowly opens the door as the cops begin to swarm in. Peter is found in the basement of her

home and taken to the hospital immediately. As Carol is arrested, she is forced to leave her

home and will be put behind bars for the rest of her life. As Peter is laying in his uncomfortable

hospital bed, he starts to ponder about what has happened. He closes his eyes and hopes to

finally get some rest. Little did he know Carol was planning exactly how to escape and strike the

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