I was nervous about staying with my grandparents the minute I saw their ‘barn.’ The windows were completely boarded and though the stone walls looked fairly clean-ish, nothing surrounding the barn did. This was the first time I had ever met my mother’s parents due to a fight they had when she was twenty-one and now I was beginning to understand why even though she had never expanded on what exactly the fight was about. Everything passing though my head of murder and buried bodies was sure to come true. I just hoped I could stay alive for two weeks.
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Staying alive for two weeks is a pretty good goal
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By: neilmacdon on March 9, 2022
at 5:36 pm
Great, creepy vibe there. I’m sure everything will be just fine… Fun story.
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By: ahtdoucette on March 9, 2022
at 9:35 pm
I just hope the bodies are only in her overactive imagination and not for real!
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By: Iain Kelly on March 10, 2022
at 3:45 am
Yikes, sounds like a bad place to stay! Good story!
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By: Mason Bushell on March 10, 2022
at 8:10 am
And two weeks later, you wrote of the experience. Well done.
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By: Bill on March 11, 2022
at 10:58 am
All those thoughts from the view of a lonely barn. Very ominous, indeed.
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By: James McEwan on March 11, 2022
at 1:38 pm
An overactive mind, or insightfulness, I hope that there is a chapter two to this story
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By: Michael Humphris on March 11, 2022
at 2:33 pm
Either this kid is in actual danger or he has juvenile onset paranoia, but I don’t envy him in either case. I hope he gets relief soon.
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By: msjadeli on March 11, 2022
at 10:40 pm
Murder! Oh I sure hope not. They sound like the grandparents one really wants to avoid.
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By: Margaret on March 12, 2022
at 5:18 pm