The rain was crashing against the roof, while the lights flickered. Grandma got up from her chair to grab some flashlights. I followed her into the kitchen to get some batteries, since I knew most of the flashlights needed new ones. Grandma stopped and turned towards the hallway.
“I saw something moving!” she whispered to me. “Did you see it?” I shook my head and we continued to the kitchen. Every few seconds she would stop, then keep going. We got what we needed then headed back to the living room.
“Are you sure you saw something?’’ I asked, Grandma nodded and we hurried back. We gave the flashlights to my mom and my brother, while grandma told them what happened. They all gasped and asked questions, like: Where was it? What did you see? What shape was it? I decided to go and take a nap but my grandma stopped me.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m taking a nap.”
“You can’t. What about the thing?” I ignored her and went back and sat down on the couch. The rain was starting to clear up fast because of California weather but the lights were still off and would be for awhile. I got up and turned the radio on. “We got some nice rain here,” Spoke the radio. “Watch out for flooding! Cars are stuck in traffic with a few inches of rain on the ground.”
Mom and grandma ran to get some duct tape, but a few seconds later we heard her scream and what sounded like a witch laugh. We scrambled off the couch and ran to her room. Grandma had fallen. She must have passed out. We ran in a circle to see if she was OK by checking her pulse and everything. She was dead. Mom told us she didn’t know what happened. She heard thunder and a creepy old laugh right before grandma fell. None of us could continue. We all sat in the living room crying and waiting for dad to come home.
An hour passes. We were all done crying and we were silent. The door handle turned and dad walked in. He saw our faces and asked what had happened. Mom told him. He sat down in his favorite chair. We did not move or talk for about a half-hour.
“Mom?” I asked, “What’s going to happen?” she stayed Silent. The phone rang. It rang for awhile, when my brother slowly got up and answered it. He put the phone down almost immediately and ran back to the couch. Dad asked him what it was. He said it was the laugh. The creepy old witch like laugh. Tears were streaming down my face. I didn’t know what was happening. My head ached, my legs were stiff, I heard screaming, I blacked out.
I woke up in a hospital bed, my family standing around me. I asked what had happened. No one answered. I asked again. No one answered. I asked once more. No one answered.