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“What should I do?”
“For one, don’t ask me, go talk to your grandfather”
“But granddad is kind of… off”
“Well your problem sounds crazy, so why not fight fire with fire?”
“Gee thanks Luna… You are such a friend”
“Anytime Denise”
I waved to Luna and left her back yard, heading towards the forest. Out of all the creepy places to live dad had to buy the house in the middle of a forest and make it like some old creepy mansion or castle from a horror movie. That’s what I get for being born an Adams…
Spiky fence adding to the creep factor. No wonder none of my friends want to hang out to me. My house must give them nightmares, so how would they react if they saw my family… Second thought I don’t wanna know.
“Mom where’s granddad?” My mother turns around from what I’m guessing will be dinner.
“He must be in the study” She waves the knife at me and I take my leave.
Some of the stairs creak as I walk on them, I should tell dad about this, I doubt he wants anyone to get hurt. Well it’s more like he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt by something he didn’t do… He’s a sadist… It’s a problem…
“Granddad you here?”
“Denise? Yeah I’m in the 90’s section”
“And that is where again?” Just because he says 90’s, doesn’t mean it’s next to the 80’s. My mom has a weird sense of style…
“Next to cooking, before Romance novels”
Next to cooking… before Romance… Oh I know where that is. It’s after Woodwork.
“Hey granddad I wanted to ask you for some help”
“Shoot kiddo”
“It’s kind of weird, but okay. So this girl at my school has been going about telling everyone I’m some Satanist and well this is just me, but I’ve seen her locker on more than one occasion she hides it poorly from a trained eye. I think she has it in her head that she is talking with a demon or something”
“Demon? Why so?”
“You know the classic pentagram. I saw her picking up stray cats…”
“Cats… You think she might be witching up a spell and trying to get everyones attention on you?”
“That’s exactly what I think. It’s like I said, crazy, but she might be heading off into the deep end and she could go lunie while at school”
“There have been a few students who went psycho and shot a few students in their schools right?”
“That’s old news. It’s more cops shooting random kids in the street”
“I see, sounds like fun. Maybe I should get my old rifle out?” The old man got this cheeky smirk on his face.
“Granddad that’s illegal. We don’t need an old man in his sixties going around pulling heads”
“Oh come on. If a few heads roll it’s not going to hurt” I crossed my arms and looked at him, his smirk holding.
“The death of one is a tragedy; the death of millions is a statistic. Isn’t that what you always say?”
“And you remember” He put his hand to his chest. “There is still hope for the young”
“Okay, okay help me with the wannabe witch”
“Figure it out kiddo”
“Oh come on, she might come after me. Who know, maybe all this attention she is shoving on me is a set up for a sacrifice?”
“You’ll be fine. You come from a strong line of lunatics”
“Thanks for the words of wisdom” I bowed my head in defeat.
“Sure thing kiddo. By the way, how is the wolf?”
“Luna is fine; she found a new cave to live in”
“Good to hear. Tell her to come and visit again”
“Will do”
Maybe I should get a nightmare or two to haunt the wannabe witch? Or maybe a stalker? Psychopaths are always an option. I’ll think about it over dinner, we’re having fresh meat today after all.
End
Hope you enjoyed it.
Have a psycho day.
shiftingeye 