Horror Stories

Moving

The day had come of my mothers death. Father died 3 years ago in a car crash. At the age of eight, having your father die is the worst possible thing ever! Having your mother die at the age of eleven,is even worse.

I finished putting my possessions in the truck,ready to move in with my grandmother. She and her husband, George gave me some food and some everyday supplies. They really didn't care about me, just wanted me to survive on my own.

I sprinted into the truck and waited for my grandparents to arrive. After what seemed like two hours of waiting, I hopped out of the vehicle and ran inside the house, only to find my grandparent lying down on the floor,dead.

I couldn't tell what was more frightening, the thought of seeing my grandparents laying on the floor dead, or seeing my dead mother lurking around the kitchen making snacks for the ride to her parents house.