Impregnating Grandma
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When I was twelve years old my parents sent me to spend the summer with my grandmother. My grandmother lived in this massive two-story farm house in the middle of nowhere. Upon my arrival she led me upstairs to a room at the end of the hall. I had been hoping for a room downstairs, but I was pleasantly surprised to find a room decked out with television and a brand new Super Nintendo. I was beyond excited.
My first night in the old farmhouse was spent playing Super Mario All-Stars and knocking back an entire twelve pack of Mountain Dew. I'd stayed up so late that the sun was coming up when I finally passed out in my bed. Grandma worked as a night manager for a nearby motel. She'd let me sleep through the day and when I woke, she was gone. I found a note on the fridge telling me she'd be back at six in the morning and that there was a plate of food in the microwave.
I grabbed a couple cans of Mountain Dew from the fridge and carried my plate upstairs so I could play Zelda – A link to the past. A few hours passed and I was running around in one of the temples. The music wasn't so much creepy as it was dark, but the combination of the dark music and the fact that it was after midnight and I was alone in the house started to get to me. I decided to head downstairs for some more soda.
I was about halfway down the hall when I heard footsteps downstairs. I rushed downstairs hoping my grandmother had come home early. Instead, I saw what looked like an old woman rush past the doorway to the kitchen. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. There was something unnatural about how fast she moved past the door. I was about ready to jump back up the stairs when I heard footsteps upstairs as well.
Over the next couple of minutes I heard the floor creak in different parts of the house as mumbled voices had a conversation I couldn't make out. At this point I was standing perfectly still and a single heartbeat away from pissing myself. It was only when I heard the stairs creaking behind me that I shot forward, ran down the hall, and raced out the front door. I was standing in the driveway catching my breath when my bladder started to hurt. I relieved myself and then turned around.
I'd left the light in in my room, but the rest of the lights in the house had been off when I raced outside. Looking back, nearly all of the lights in the house were on and there was someone standing in my bedroom window. I had left my glasses upstairs, so I couldn't really make out the face, but even with my myopic eyesight, I could tell there was something very wrong with that face.
My eyes drifted to the front bay window where it looked like someone was pacing behind the curtains. It was all too much. Rather than stick around to see what other terrible things were going on in that house I ran to the barn. The first thing I did as I ran inside the big red building was slam my hand on a switch that caused the fluorescent lights to flicker on. A few of the lights came on instantly, but several of the bulbs were flickering.
I stood there trying to catch my breath one of the lights in the back of the barn let off a shower of sparks as it went out. One by one the lights either went out or broke as a figure standing about fifty feet away from me became more apparent, and it was slowly walking towards me. This almost translucent apparition became more opaque as the lights went out. It raised a single finger to point at me as it got so close that I could almost touch it. Frozen with fear I stood there screaming in my own head that I had to get out of there.
I stumbled back and fell against the barn door which swung open and allowed me to fall on the gravel. The figure inched closer as I crab-walked backwards trying to get away. I finally regained a bit of composure and rolled over before getting up and running down the driveway. No matter how hard I pushed myself or how fast I ran; the whole time I felt like something was right behind me.
I stopped to catch my breath and looked behind me to see the house about a hundred yards away in the distance. The lights were on, and something was home. There was no moon out that night and it was cloudy, but for some reason the entire valley had this faint blue glow. I stood there for a moment taking it all in when I heard the sound of a car engine coming up the narrow driveway. It was my grandmother.
She almost wrecked the car as I ran towards it.
I climbed in the front seat and begged her to go anywhere else, but she ended up pulling the rest of the way up to the house and turning off the headlights. All the lights in the house were off. I told her about the things that I saw and she laughed saying, “No more late nights for you little boy.” I hesitantly followed her into the house but everything was normal. After telling me that it was probably just my overactive imagination and feeding me a few cookies, she took me upstairs and tucked me in.
A few hours later she woke me up and handed me a cup of coffee saying, “If I can't leave you here at night, you'll have to go back to your parents. So how about you stay up all day and tonight you can sleep through the time I'm gone. Okay?” I was excited to have been given coffee and drank it as we ate breakfast. She went to her room to sleep. By seven in the evening I had been up all day playing video games and was more than happy to go to sleep before she left. I chalked everything that had happened the night before up to imagination and being alone. I'd sleep through the night and everything would be fine.
That night I slept fitfully. I had a nightmare I remember to this day. I was downstairs playing with a wooden toy horse as my sister played with a sock monkey. My mom was knitting and my dad was out in the field. Suddenly there were gunshots outside and a few minutes later my mom was screaming as these scary looking men kicked in the front door and carried her and my sister into the other room. One of the men hit me in the face with the butt of his rifle.
I laid on the ground in a daze as I heard my mother and sister screaming as the men in the other room laughed and shouted. I tried to get up and help them but as I stood the man who had hit me turned around and fired his rifle. I heard the sound of the gunshot and saw the flash of sparks leave the barrel. Then I felt a hard thudding pain in my chest and woke up screaming.
The clock next to my bed read 12:23 AM.
I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn't. The events of the dream replayed in my head as the mumbled voices downstairs came back in full force. I heard footsteps creaking up the stairs and the pattering of small feet in the hallway outside my door. I pulled the cover over my head and for the first time since Vacation Bible School a couple of years before, I started praying. It didn't really help.
I heard my bedroom door creak open and footsteps cross the bedroom. Even without peaking through the covers, I knew something was standing at the window. I could hear where the footsteps stopped and I just knew it was the terrible thing from the night before. My mind kept showing me even more terrible versions of what I remembered until I finally shifted the blanket a little bit to take a peak.
It was standing right over my bed staring directly at me. This little girl that looked like my sister from the dream stared at me with this pained look on her face that slowly shifted to one of ravenous hunger. She reached her hands towards me and I could feel the blanket being pulled from me. It was at this point I let out a scream. I didn't wait. I shot out of bed and down the hall. The little girl in my room let out a screech and I heard the patter of footsteps behind me as I bolted to the stairs.
Halfway down the stairs I saw someone that looked like one of the men with guns from my dream standing at the bottom. I was too scared to stop. I ran right at him and put all my weight into it, falling to the ground and right through him. He brought his rifle up like he was going to hit me with the butt of the gun but I got up and kept running. I was down the hall and in the living room when I felt a hand grab my arm and yank me to the ground.
It was my mom from the dream, but she didn't look like my mother. Her angered expression matched the rage in her eyes as she knocked me to the ground again when I tried to stand up. I saw the breeze blowing one of the curtains back from an open window a few feet away and when I tried to stand the next time around I darted for the window and jumped through it, landing in the bushes below it.
I let out at loud, “Ouch!” as I hit the brambles below and struggled to my feet before taking off down the gravel driveway barefoot. I felt the same ominous feeling like there was something behind me, but this time I didn't stop to catch my breath. I ran until my feet were bloody and then I kept running. I was somewhere on the main road when my body finally succumbed to the fatigue and I stopped to rest. I was in a daze by that point. I kinda zoned out after that.
Later the next morning a police officer found my wandering barefoot on a country road in nothing but a pair of boxers. My feet were bleeding, my legs where beyond tired, and I was still freaking out. He ended up taking me to the hospital where I was admitted on a temporary psychiatric evaluation. I tried to tell the doctors and nurses what happened, but no one believed me. Ultimately, I was released into my grandmother's care a few days later.
Riding in the front seat of my grandmother's car I dreaded the thought of going back to her house. She took me through the drive-thru at McDonald's before pulling over and letting me eat. After a few minutes she said, “I'm taking you back to the house.” I interrupted, spewing fries from my mouth as I shouted, “NO! Please NO! Anywhere but there!” She interrupted my interruption saying, *“Now hold on. Your parents should be here by five in the afternoon. We think it best that you go home for a while.” * I begrudgingly went with her back to her house and waited on the hood of the car until my parents arrived. I wouldn't even go back inside to get my clothes or Super Nintendo. I climbed into the back of my parent's station wagon and sat there staring at the house as they loaded my stuff into the back. Dad started the engine and backed the car up before heading down that gravel road. It was creeping up on seven at night and it was starting to get dark. I looked into the field and saw my dad from the dream standing there, as several men with guns ran up on him.
It was at about the third mention of mt dew that i stopped picturing op as a fit young lad and more as a heavier set one instead
I think your grandmother was the little girl and the reason she's never home at night is because she relives the past as well.
I've always wondered why when someone like this grandson or other people experience these horrifying events in an obvious haunted house when visiting, but the people that live there have no idea their house is haunted? Is it because their a stranger to the apparitions? The owners know but don't acknowledge it. Or some are more susceptible to ghosts and such. It always strikes me as odd!
Do you know if anything like that ever did happen in that house? If you were around the same age as one of the victims (one who really did get shot), maybe your being alone in the house was sparking a sort of replay of events. Probably a good idea not to go back.
I looked into the field and saw my dad from the dream standing there, as several men with guns ran up on him.
Are you planning to take a trip and try to figure out what was going on?
I wouldn't recommend this. Whatever was there when he was a kid might be worse when he returns
I'm home alone. It's 2:08 a.m while I'm reading this. And I just heard a noise downstairs.
It's just a sweet little ghost girl waiting until you go to sleep so the man can come and hit you with the but if his rifle when you try to run! Lol! Relaaax! Lol!
I would love to look at the history of this land and the house. I wonder if this is some type of residual haunting where what happened in your dream keeps playing over each night. I also think your grandmother has to have experienced this, maybe she did not want to tell you. Great story, OP.
Yeah and that's why she works the night shifts.. Because she had been experiencing this nightmare every night, so instead she leaves the house then and sleeps during the day when the scene isn't playing out..
I thought that about his gramma too. Great theory about it being residual!
Sounds like there was a family who used to live in your grandmother's house that was brutally murdered. You must have taken on the perspective of one of the children, and relived the situation.
So do you think this was an event that happened in the house before your grandma occupied it? Do you remember the kind of clothing these people were wearing and if it was from a different era? I wouldn't be surprised if it's a tragic event that just plays itself out over and over again. Glad to see you're ok and got the hell out of there, but I'm really curious as to why your grandma hasn't seen it?
If the event was just playing out over and over again then who is the little girl with the face of ravenous hunger?
I literally got tingles from my feet up reading this. I'm terrified, won't sleep well tonight
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Investigations done by Ghpage.com has revealed that the 16-year-old boy in the viral photos with the pregnant 33-year-old woman is not the boyfriend of the woman but rather the son of the woman and he is definitely not responsible for the pregnancy.
One of the most trending news online currently are the photos currently circulating online of a pregnant woman and her boyfriend.
What makes it interesting is the fact that the woman is 33 years old and the ‘boyfriend’ is only 16 years old and allegedly his class teacher.
People have been reacting angrily to the photos accusing the woman taking advantage of the young boy’s innocence to satisfy her own selfish desires.
In fact, the reactions to the photos are one f the trending issues on Twitter and everyone is condemning them and calling them names.
Well, it appears that is not the true story. According to information gathered by Ghpage.com. The young man in the photos is actually the elder son of the woman.
Before the woman put to bed, she and the husband decided to do a photoshoot before the new member of the family joins them.
Social media has just been reading meaning into what was just supposed to be a loving family getting together to prepare for their yet to be born baby.
So now you know, the 16-year-old boy is not the one who impregnated the 33-year-old woman. As a matter of fact, she is his mother and his daddy is still around.
By the way, the little man has actually been born. He is a handsome little man and the 16-year-old young man is already taking up his responsibilities of taking care of him.
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