You Think You’re Alone Now

This is my grandmother’s story, but what makes it mine is the way her voice and demeanor would change when she would tell it. This would have been when my mom was a kid. My grandfather was out of town for some reason or another. Maybe it was a convention? Anyway, he wasn’t there. It was just my grandmother and the kids out on the farm.

After a day of taking care of the chores, my grandmother had put the kids to bed herself and crawled into bed. As she lay there, she heard the closet door open. She heard footsteps move across the floor. She was terrified, so she kept her eyes closed as the person climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled over her to then slip out of the window. She didn’t open her eyes until the person was gone.

Kim F.

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