Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

When my great grandfather died it was a tragic time. As time went on we all carried on and things went back to normal. My name is Scarlett Riddle and this is the story of the week after my great grandfather's funeral. 
It was a normal day and everything was just fine at my great-grandmother's house my grandma was looking after her and helped her with all the arrangements and yada yada yada. My great grandfather had a tradition at 1:00 everyday he would drink tea one day after my grandfather's funeral my grandmother stayed and helped my great-great-grandma Bruno get better you know but two days after my grandfather was buried something strange happened period it was 1:00 shop and my grandmother was working in the kitchen when something strange happened the the teapot started to boil but it wasn't even on the stove was on stove but it wasn't wasn't switched on.

But that's not the only thing strange that happened it was a month after my grandfather's burial everything was fine I was getting along just just great but then it happened when I was going to bed last night I could swear I heard his voice calling sweet and amazing it was fun and full of life I swear I heard it but he was that I told myself that and then I realised that maybe he was he was haunting me haunting everyone... 

He is still here I can feel his presence near mine as long as he knows I love him a lot and hope he finds what he needs to move on. 

The end ... Or is it?