Grandmother’s box - S01 E07

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Grandmother’s box - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

I was shocked beyond comprehension and expression.

The heads stopped laughing immediately I discovered their identity.

The phone dropped out of Justin’s hand immediately he saw the heads of our parent. Afterall, there was no one else to call for help now.

“When did Grandma ki•ll our parent. Didn’t they travel to Russia”,? I asked myself while trying hard to keep the flood of tears that was threatening to fall out of my eyes at bay. “Who can we run to now. Are we just going to die like Judith, Mum and Dad. Why did we even come to this village”, I whispered to myself while ste•aling a pitiful glance at my brothers.

It seemed like the more I opened the boxes, the more our chance of survival gets slimmer because we tend to get into a more crucial situation whenever I open one. I was now more scared to go near the last box.

Justin that was claiming a hard guy earlier is now crying so hard like a con•victed crim•inal that was sentenced to de•ath, literally, we’ve been sentenced to our own de•ath too even though we were not crim•inals.

Jimmy was already too tired of fainting, so he joined Justin in crying while I just kept on gawking at the heads of our parent.

I knew at that instant that we can never defeat Grandma with our physical ability. It’s either she ki•ll us, or God save us.

I didn’t attempt to stop my brothers from crying. I just sat quietly on the floor, waiting for death to wipe the remainder of our family.

“I don’t want to d•ie!!, I don’t want to d•ie”, Jimmy said amidst sob. He was the weakest among us and every new thing we get to discover usually triggers him. “I don’t want to d•ie”, Jimmy kept on chanting silently.

“We will not d•ie”, Justin replied him bravely. “We are yet to open this small door. Let’s open it first and check if there’s an escape route at the other side. Grandma might even probably be there too”, he concluded.

“You might be right. Let’s break this door down then”, I replied him. And with that, we got to work.

Since there was no paranormal interference, we successfully struggled with the door for like 30 minutes without achieving anything tangible. Despite the fact that it was small, it didn’t even budge or flinch. It was as if we were trying to open the gates the biblical Samson carried on his back.

“Is this a normal door like this”, Jimmy asked with his back to the door.

“It’ll be a normal door now. Let’s find anything metal we can use to break it down. I saw some in the kitchen yesterday, let’s go and get them”, Justin said.

We went to the kitchen together and we started looking for tools we can use to break the door down.

While we were still searching fot the tools we can use to open the door, Jimmy made a very loud scream that startled us.

“What’s it?”.

“I just saw a little girl walk through the walls now”, Jimmy screamed while panicking.

“Are you sure it was a little girl?. Or was it Grandma”, Justin asked him again.

“It wasn’t Grandma. It was a little girl. I’m very sure of that”, he repeated again.

The little girl he mentioned put more fears in us and we doubled the effort we used in searching for the tools. We found the tools bag few minutes later and we started running back to the room.

We rushed into the room and immediately we stepped into the room, the door that of the room that I knocked down earlier jammed shut. We started hearing cries of many people immediately the door got shut.

“Bring the hammer”, Justin screamed at me.

I dipped my hand into the bag I was carrying and I stretched the hammer to him.

He landed a very severe hit on the door immediately his hand touched the hammer.

Surprisingly, instead of the door to feel the impact, the hammer flew off his hand and went straight into the last box that I was yet to open.

“Get me the hammer”, Justin screamed at me again.

“I can’t. It’s in the last box and I don’t want to open it”, I screamed back in reply.

“Just open it and take the hammer. The cries is becoming louder. We might di•e in the next few minutes”, Justin screamed again.

The cries was truly becoming louder and that gave me no choice. I went straight to the box and opened it. Instead of taking the hammer I came for, I took a long stare at the content of box and I could not help but scream when I saw the content of the box.

I didn’t even scream when I saw my sister’s head.

My brothers asked me in unison about what the content of the box was and I could not even open my mouth to reply them, for lying in the box was our Grandmother’s head, the person whom we thought is the author of the whole saga.