A Stereotypical Grandmother: A Short Story Of Halloween

The _____ We all know of that stereotypical grandmother. You know, the grandmother that always has a fresh batch of delicious cookies waiting for you on the kitchen table. However, I have a grandmother who would always try to scare us around Halloween. She would perform all sorts of tricks in order to scare us. One time she dressed up in a black cloak with a horrifying skull mask and waited in the musty smelling basement for an hour and a half just to jump out at one of us when we walked down the creaking old stairs. She not only scared us physically, but she would tell us scary stories every Halloween night as well. There was just something about this story she told us one year. Something about it that seemed all too realistic to be made up. It was the first Halloween after her husband had passed away. He was a hard-working man, a handyman, who also enjoyed scaring us around this time of year. Thus, she decided to tell us about all the weird things that had been happening around the house since he’s been gone. We all gathered around her and waited for the story to begin, when all of a sudden my cousin jumped out of his chair to go dim the lights. I hated it when she would tell her stories in the dark, but it was
As I lie in bed that night I found myself twisting and turning unable to fall asleep, when I heard the loud screech of the screen door opening. I quickly sat up in bed listening to see if somebody was in the house when I heard what sounded like light footsteps walking towards my room. I pretended to be asleep just waiting for the potential intruder to come creeping into my room. I watched the doorway, but nobody ever entered. That is when I felt a light press on the bed beside me as if someone had just lied in my bed. I quickly rolled over to see that nobody was there and fell asleep thinking that I was just going