[ WP ] `` You need to hide the kids and grab your gear , NOW . Grandma 's having another one of her 'episodes ' . ''

I hid in fear, scared out of my mind by the one thing I couldn ’ t imagine. It wasn ’ t a ghost, or a monster, or even a burglar. I was hiding from my own grandma. I sat in the dark, dirty corner of my closet that I used to hold towels, sheets, and blankets. It was small and I barely had any room, but I didn ’ t care. The only light that I got came from the small slits in the closet door, allowing me to see out, but no one to see in. 
 
 I looked up and grabbed a large blanket and put it on top of me in a messy style and grabbed some more blankets and threw them down on top of me also. Disguising me as a blanket heap. I poked my head out of the blankets to look out. The hallway was empty. I quickly, yet quietly started to frantically search my pockets for something, anything to help me. All I found was an empty gum wrapper and a pencil. 
 
 I held the pencil in my hand and hid back under the blanket. 
 I was at a loss. I didn ’ t know what to do or how to get out. I mean, I ’ m only twelve! I looked around, then out the closet. I heard footsteps coming into the hallway and I froze. Outside of my closet door I could see the shadow of my grandma walking around the hallway, holding something in her hand. 
 
 I heard a door open then the sound of objects being thrown around. She was in my younger brother's room. Oh god, he was only nine. I knew he was in their because I saw him run under his bed after I told him too. I huge wave of regret filled me as images of my mutilated parents flashed into my head. I knew that my brother was going to be next and all I could think was that it was my fault. 
 
 Why was my grandma doing this? 
 
 I kept hoping for my grandma not to find him. The sound of objects being broken and thrown continued. A loud thud hit the wall closest to me, causing me to jump. Then the sounds stopped. I was filled with dread as I knew what happened but I kept picturing what I wanted to happen. I kept thinking that she gave up and went to check another room but… she didn ’ t leave yet. 
 
 I closed my eyes and covered my ears as I heard my brother scream, echoing in the house filling my eardrums with the last sound that my brother ever made. I started to tear up as I knew I was next. I clutched my pencil even tighter. I saw the shadow of my grandma in the doorway of his room. I could feel my heart beating faster than ever. My breathing got hard as I stared at the shadow slowly walking out of his room. 
 
 “ Come out Sarah. ” My grandma called out to me but I didn ’ t listen. “ Oh, c ’ mon now. You are my favorite one you know. I don ’ t want you to hide too. ” She started to walk towards the closet. I started to breath harder. I was hyperventilating as fear filled my body. “ Sarah, I already know where you are hiding. The game is over, you lost. ” I blocked out her words as I covered my head in the blankets. 
 
 The already dark closet seemed to get darker as I felt the presence of my grandma looming in front of the closet. “ Couldn ’ t you think of anywhere more original Sarah? You always hide here when you ’ re angry. ” 
 
 My breathing got worse as I heard the closet door, slowly open. “ I can hear your breathing ” I closed my eyes as she seemed to just stand there. “ I ’ m waiting for you to come out. I won ’ t hurt you. ” I didn ’ t move and neither did my grandma. “ Fine! ” She ripped off the blankets on me and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me out of the closet. 
 
 I saw the bloody knife in her hand and I knew what she was going to do. I kicked and screamed trying to make as much noise as possible as she dragged me to the stairs. I quickly grabbed my pencil and stabbed her in the leg with it. Causing her to let go of me. I immediately got up and ran towards the stairs. I ran to freedom to try and get help. I got to the stairs and ran down as fast as I could. But I only got down three steps before I tripped and fell down. I hit my head on the marble flooring as my world slowly turned to black… 
 
 I woke up a couple hours later, not sure if I was awake or not, as the area I was in was pitch black. I felt something on my wrists and ankles and I couldn ’ t open my mouth. I struggled and kicked, trying to get free but I stopped at the sound of a car engine turning on with a familiar sputter. 
 
 I opened my eyes wide in fear as I realized I was in my grandma ’ s trunk. The car started to move and I kicked and struggled even more. I tried to move and my hands to find something but I all I could find was a small box with some buttons. I pressed it out of desperation, hoping for something to happen. But all I heard was my grandmas voice. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry about the trauma Sarah ” I kicked even more at the sound of her voice. “ I had to kill your family…they were sinners. All of them! ” Her voice got angry at the end as I continued to kick with all my strength. “ Except for you ” Her voice got suddenly soft and soothing. I stopped trying to escape as I listened to my grandma ’ s message. Realizing there was nothing I could do anymore. “ God told me to save you. To take you to salvation with me ” Her voice filled with a form of happiness too insane for words “ Cause your family may be sinners…but you Sarah. Your pure. Together we will fly to heaven. Together we will enter the golden gates and live in paradise. Together… we will fly! 
 
 My eyes widened as the message stopped and I screamed thought whatever kept my mouth shut, muffling it. As I heard the radio turn on. It drowned me out, as I kicked and hit anything I could get my hands on. Taking a ride on the road trip too heaven. 

