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'Mystery At OakWoods'

Short story By: mizzi43
Mystery and crime



Reminiscing your loved ones? Well, read this.


Submitted:Dec 16, 2010    Reads: 23    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I stepped out of the car, my shoes, wet by the puddle, raindrops falling on my forehead. Wow, what a day. I planned to visit my grandmother's grave, who's been dead for almost 3 years because of the disease she had to tackle, Swine Flu. The disease was somehow spreading world-wide, but I only cared for my loving grandmother. Walking near her tomb, my tears started rolling down my cheeks as I was offering the red roses that she loves. I tried to calm myself, but it was hard to resist. I've grown up with my grandma, they said, since I was 4 years old. I just loved her so much! I had to go back home, it started raining cats and dogs. I just wish we could turn back time and say or do the things you needed or wanted to, with the people who are close to your heart. Don't you agree? Again, I stepped out my car, walking towards my house(my grandma's house)and unlocked the door. Phew, will this day get any better? *shrugs*. I entered, and suddenly, cold air rushed through my skin. My heartbeat went fast, but I don't want to think that it is a ghost or something mysterious. Well, many stories about wandering spirits are being gossiped here in OakWoods, but I'm too mature for that. I think? The cool breeze rushed through my neck, again, and a smell of roses passed through my nose. Could this be my grandmother's wandering spirit? No! It couldn't be! I'm too mature for that, right? Her smell still lingers in the house, but that's just balderdash. Could that be really her? If it is, I hope I will still be in her heart no matter what.




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