Gram
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This happened when I was about 10 or 11. I used to stay at my grandmother’s house every few weekends when my mom went on business trips. I remember always thinking her house was weird, especially at night. There would be creaks throughout the day (my mom said it was just because my grandpa bought the house in like the 50s or something and it was getting really old). But at night it was different. There were more than creaks. My grandmother would always say it was just the wind, but when I focused when I was alone in my room at night trying to sleep, I could tell they were whispers. It sounded like they were coming from the garden, but I was always too paralyzed with fear to sit up in my bed and look out the window behind me (it had a view of the garden). Some nights I would dream of a boy dressed in rags sitting alone in the garden. I would walk up to him and say, “Hello.” A pale, gaunt face would turn back to me and whisper the word, “Gram.” I’m not sure what it was about it, but I would always feel a deep sense of fear, and wake up sweating in the middle of the night.
One weekend, I was lying awake in bed, feeling particularly unsettled. Normally when I heard the whispering it was too quiet to make out anything being said. That night I thought I heard the word, “Gram” coming from the garden. I was more compelled to uncover the truth than I was afraid so I actually pushed myself out of bed. I tiptoed through my grandma’s house on my way to the garden where there was a figure silhouetted. A figure that resembled the boy dressed in rags. I said, “Who are you?”
It was dead silent. The pale, gaunt face from my dreams then turned to me, and whispered the words:
“Follow me on instagram, my username is james_has_a_beanie”
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