Every year we had dark hour. We could NEVER go outside.
My grandfather used to live in Grebfolly, West Virginia (Now does not exist). He was born on April 9th, 1899. I was born in 1979. When I was 10 years old my grandpa sat me down and told me about Grebfolly. He spoke about the town. In there there was a giant wooded wall around the entire town. Anyone who left the town were not allowed back in. They would request their way out and the guards would open the gates and that person would leave. Never to be seen again. Every year in May at 12pm sharp, dark crimson red clouds would close in on the town. The townsfolk were to turn all of their lamps, lanterns, candles, or any manmade light off inside their house. One night in 1912, my grandfather decided he would not turn off his lights for fun. He invited his friends Thomas and Andrew over. My grandfather's parents were not home that night. They were at a friend's downtown. At around 1am Andrew, Thomas, and my grandfather were playing The Landlord's Game which is basically the game that Monopoly ripped off. Suddenly someone or… something knocked on the front door gently. All 3 were stunned and decided not to answer it. Then the gentle knock was followed by banging then by the sound of a 20 pound wooden board smashing against the floor. Something was inside the house. My grandfather and his friends darted in 3 different directions. My grandfather hid in the area under the stairs that was hard to find due to pillows and blankets blocking it. after what felt like hours the creature went up the stairs. Thump thump thump thump. He could hear it above him, but he still stayed silent. Then after 3 hours of hiding as the creature searched the clouds separated and the monster disappeared. My grandfather knew because of the loud horns. He parted the pillows and blankets and went outside. He met up with his friend Thomas and searched the house for Andrew. They found Andrew in the broom closet. They tapped him and he fell over. They would never forget what they saw. The eyes and mouth were sewed shut and the hands were welded together. Andrew was dead. When the clouds separated the victims died. So Andrew spent most likely hours like that. Begging in muffles for mercy. My grandfather had earned a nice slap across the face and belt marks for what he did. They quickly packed up their things into the automobile and set off. They went so far. Very far. They did not stop until they drove into Canada. I now live in Canada and I am enjoying myself. But my grandfather never forgot about Andrew's corpse until the day he died in 1993. Never go outside. When the clouds close.
Submitted May 27, 2019 at 06:35AM by Yester102