I stared out the window as my parents left for Paris for their new jobs. I kept running over their last words before leaving, “be careful.” I couldn’t believe I had to stay here with my crazy gran.
“Come darling we get tea then I read your tea leaves.” She babbled as she clapped her hands and ran down stars.
I rolled my eyes and walked down the hall looking at all the old and dusty photos. I stopped at a photo that had a little girl who seemed to be in pain as a lady beside her was laughing. I rolled my eyes again and walked down stairs to the kitchen.
“Oh here my sweet.” She shrieked as she pointed to an old wooden chair at a table.
“So why are you so excited?” I asked with a puzzled look.
“All in good time my dear, all in good time.” She laughed smiling.
“Ok then.” I mumbled as I sat down.
She ran up and slid a small white cup towards me as she watched me. “Drink, drink!” she screamed.
“No need to shout” I laughed back. I drank the tea and got up to put the cup in the sink, but my gran ran up and grabbed the cup. “No! I read your tea leaves!” she cried as she ran over to the table and sat in my chair.
“Ok then, um, whatever.” I sighed as I walked back to the table.
“Oh my! Terrible things will happen to you, and you will... Oh my! Well let’s just say pass on.” She tried to say concerned but I saw the smile on her face.
“You’re crazy!” I yelled as I ran to my room and slammed the door.
I can’t stay a whole year with that kook! I don’t want her reading my fortune or whatever. I hate her!
I flopped down on my bed and cried there until I heard a small creek outside my door.
“Who w-who is there.” I questioned getting up off my bed. I waited a few moments but no answer.
“I said who’s there!” I demanded as I took a step towards my door. The door opened but no one was there.
“Oh ok.” I sighed of relief. Suddenly the world started getting blurry, and sharp pain started up my spin. I screamed in pain as I fell to my knees. My gran came in with a smile on her face.
“Gran please help me,” “What let me guess, the world’s going blurry and you’re in pain?”
“Yes! Help me!”
She stood there and laughed her evil laugh as I screamed a blood curdling scream as the pain reached my chest.
“Who are you?” But it was too late. I fell on my back as my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Oh child. I’m not your gran; I will never be your gran. I’m your worst nightmare! I’m the ghost who used to live here, and I hate children!
I hope you liked the tea!” she laughed as she walked out of the room.
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