Haunting Ground: The Old Folks Home
Jimmy Belli is an average kid; he plays with his friends, goes to school, and enjoys candy. Life is just a simple, regular, nothing special kind of thing for him. Unfortunately, Jimmy's happy-go-lucky world has a skeleton's closet… His grandmother, Fiona Belli, is better known as the Danger Granny. The day Jimmy lay eyes on his infamous relative was a day he wished he could erase from his mind…and his entire family history.
Debilitas Home for the Elderly isn't a place most want to be, whether it's creeped-out in-laws or men over 80 complaining they can still drive a school bus. One particularly avoided area of the complex is in the far back, where windows are few and much talking is done through glass. With a lump in his throat, Jimmy's dad had asked his 10 year old if he wanted to visit his grandmother. He explained that she might not have many years left, and this might be one of his few chances. Even after his palms began to grow sweaty, and he stuttered that Jimmy didn't have to go if he didn't want to, Jimmy agreed with a cheery face. Oh he'd seen Jennifer's grandma, what a nice lady, serving fresh milk and cookies to everyone at her party!
The light bulbs needed replacing, and the hallways had shoe marks all over the glossy floor. Step by noisy step chipped at the wall of silence, lead by a less than pleased woman overseer. Her white skin seemed faded, and the hints of red usually apparent seemed to be on vacation. She showed little interest in her job, but was cautious all the same, eyeing for door holes or tense knobs. Jimmy and his father revolved to the back of The tired woman, as she sorted through her array of keys. Coming to one not much distinguishable from the others, she turned it slowly.
"Hewie?"
The raspy voice seemed full of worry, as Jimmy's took a less relaxed position. His father, although mentioning to not worry, did the same. The tedious process of opening the door was completed with a single click, followed by the familiar squeak of an old door.
"IS IT YOU HEWIE?"
The words had an eerie resemblance to the door's own creaking. However, a certain excitement could be picked out, taken in most by the lady. In a most monotonous expression, she inquired,
"Are you sure about this? We could have a guy ready her in the talking room."
"No. She's my mother, and I'm sure she'll behave."
The word's of Jimmy's father brought no comfort to either of the two, paralyzing his mouth for a good while and freezing Jimmy. However, the lady seemed unfazed, only taking in the statement as a mechanic request.
"5 minutes."
The hollowed room brought no new life to the situation., yet instead a sort of death, most likely best personified by the wrinkled lady in the corner. However, while the hair might as well have been a thrown away wig and the clothes something to start a fire, the cold eyes definitely had their own identity. To the young man gazed cursed eyes that turned their victims to stone.
Jimmy's common memory and regular life now held a scar of something truly haunted.