Grandpa? Why?

Stacy:

I lay in bed trying to wake up a ringing sounds out beside me and I pick up my phone. "Hello?" I ask my voice raspy. "Stacy, It's Angela, grandpa is dying and he is requesting to talk to you in person, how soon can you get to St. Henry hospital?" 

"Tell Grandpa I will be there in 30 minutes. Oh god, I feel terrible if he dies before I get there have him tell you so you can tell me okay?"

"I've tried that Stacey he refuses to he says that if he doesn't tell you he will never die peacefully." I smile my grandpa is just some times so stubborn. You know what screw sometimes he is always stubborn. Has been ever since his youngest daughter was murdered. They never found her killer but they did find most of the meat stripped from her body.

"Tell him I will be there soon. Bye, Angela." I hang up the phone and run to the kitchen pop a piece of toast in the toaster and run back to my room. I slip on my favorite dress and hop around trying to brush my hair and get on my tennis shoes at the same time. I hear the toaster ding as I finish brushing my hair. I run back to the kitchen and put butter on the toast. I grab my keys and my phone off the counter and run outside. I put on my hazard lights and drive like a mad man while eating to get to grandpa. 

He raised me. He was my father, you see my mom and dad got addicted to LSD and drove themselves insane. I still try and go see them every once in awhile but they mostly stay in isolation not safe to be around other people for they have become extremely homicidal. My grandpa went to their house and saw my mom trying to drown me in the bath tub while she was high when I was 4 months. 

He then went for custody battle. Grandma died of a heart attack when he told her what he saw. The doctors did everything they could. Grandpa was only 67 why did he have to be taken away from me so early. I dropped my toast and used my now free hand to wipe at the warm tears running down my face. 

I pulled into the hospital, parked, and ran inside. "Russle Mathers?" I asked the woman at the desk. She looked at me blew a bubble with her gum and asked, "Relation?" "Granddaughter, he raised me." She rolled her eyes at me and tapped a few keys on the computer. "Room 120." She said. I ran down the hall and didn't bother to knock when I saw his door number. I ran inside and collapsed against the right side of the bed and the right side of his body. I was sobbing. He put his hand under my chin and lifted it up. He wiped away the tears and smiled. 

He looked so weak. He had been battling cancer for years and finally 3 months ago decided to stop taking chemo. He now laid on his death bed due to his choice. He looked at me and said, "I have already sent everyone away. There is something I want to tell you." I nodded and sat up. 

"Several years ago Tabitha my youngest daughter and I were left alone at home she was 9 and a rather chubby child. She was also stubborn. She would never listen to me. One day I grew tired of it and slapped her. She threatened to tell so I threatened her that I would kill her if she told. As time went on she grew to be a beautiful young lady, one I couldn't avert my eyes from. I begin to lust towards her. One night I went to her room and had my way with her. I told her if she told I would kill her. Well one day she told your grandma that she had a dream in which I raped her and asked her what would happen if I actually did it. She was too close to telling. So one day when your grandma Martha went to her sister's house. I stalked up to Tabitha's room. I stabbed her repeatedly. For some reason I wished to know how she tasted I cut a bit of her arm off took it down stairs fried it and put it together with mustard on a sandwich. It was kind of sweet and salty and really good."

I began sobbing listening to him. "I went upstairs and cut most of her meat off and like I said she was rather chubby and heavily overweight. So I got a lot. Well Martha called. She said she wouldn't be home for a few days, her sister had the flu and she felt obligated to stay and tend to her. The next day before I got rid of her body. A man knocked on the door. He was dressed in a black tail coat with a black snake headed cane and a black suit. His tail coat went almost to the ground. He was very tall so this was not an easy feat."

I was listening on the edge of my seat. "I opened the door and asked him his name he said, "Micheal Death sir. But you may call me Death. I have come to strike a deal with you." His dark black eyes flashed red and blood dripped from him as he walked through my door. "I know you have killed Tabitha. I can make it to where you are never caught and can eat meat for a long time. All you have to do is sell me the soul of your first granddaughter. Once I have it I may wreck humanity building an army of demons to start the apocalypse." I agreed and he marked my chest." I watched as he scooted his gown over showing a demonic symbol with what looked like a long horned goats skull in the center.

He touched it and it glowed purple. I was shocked. "Stacy, you are my first granddaughter. Look out for a man with a long black tail coat. He is a dark man."

He starts having trouble breathing, "He will come out of the shadows." Are the last words he whispers before he dies.

I start to cry hysterically as I see my grandfather's body become shadowed. I watch a tall man wearing a black waist coat step out of my grandfather's symbol on his chest. "Come with me Stacy, I will make your dreams come true." He pulls off his hat and he has no face only muscles moving. I scream as he wraps his arms around me.