{"id":6008,"date":"2020-11-14T21:48:13","date_gmt":"2020-11-14T20:48:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/speckund.me\/?p=6008"},"modified":"2021-07-04T11:31:29","modified_gmt":"2021-07-04T09:31:29","slug":"in-grandmas-old-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/in-grandmas-old-house\/","title":{"rendered":"In Grandmas Old House"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Dark storytelling by our daughter Olivia Speck (15). English school work. November 2020.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery columns-4 is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\"><ul class=\"blocks-gallery-grid\"><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><a href=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"4928\" height=\"3264\" src=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476.jpg\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"6018\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/r0328476\/\" class=\"wp-image-6018\" srcset=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476.jpg 4928w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476-1024x678.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476-768x509.jpg 768w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476-1536x1017.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476-2048x1356.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328476-700x464.jpg 700w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 4928px) 100vw, 4928px\" \/><\/a><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><a href=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"4928\" height=\"3264\" src=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477.jpg\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"6017\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/r0328477\/\" class=\"wp-image-6017\" srcset=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477.jpg 4928w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477-1024x678.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477-768x509.jpg 768w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477-1536x1017.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477-2048x1356.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328477-700x464.jpg 700w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 4928px) 100vw, 4928px\" \/><\/a><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><a href=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"4928\" height=\"3264\" src=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474.jpg\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"6016\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/r0328474\/\" class=\"wp-image-6016\" srcset=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474.jpg 4928w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474-1024x678.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474-768x509.jpg 768w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474-1536x1017.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474-2048x1356.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328474-700x464.jpg 700w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 4928px) 100vw, 4928px\" \/><\/a><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><a href=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"4928\" height=\"3264\" src=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473.jpg\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"6015\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/r0328473\/\" class=\"wp-image-6015\" srcset=\"https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473.jpg 4928w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473-1024x678.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473-768x509.jpg 768w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473-1536x1017.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473-2048x1356.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/speckund.me\/w2\/wp-content\/uploads\/R0328473-700x464.jpg 700w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 4928px) 100vw, 4928px\" \/><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>On a cloudy afternoon a little girl went on a 4-day vacation to the old house where her grandma lives. Her grandma picks up the kid from the train station.<br>\u00abAre we finally here?\u00bb<br>\u00abYes sweetheart, there\u2019s my lovely house.\u00bb<br>The grandma opens the old door.<br>\u00abHere we are.\u00bb<br>\u00abEww, the house is full of dust and cobwebs!\u00bb<br>\u00abYes sure, what did you expect, it\u2019s an old house. Don\u2019t wonder if you see some rats.\u00bb<br>\u00abEww, that\u2019s gross.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Both of them are eating dinner:<br>\u00abThis house is spooky.\u00bb<br>\u00abWell, if you think so &#8230; anyway do you wanna hear some things about my life here when I was a child?\u00bb<br>\u00abYes please. That would be interesting.\u00bb<br>\u00abAt the very beginning my parents bought the house from an old man who was too poor to keep the house proper and clean. So he had to leave his lovely house. My parents and me moved in and made some changes.\u00bb<br>\u00abFor example?\u00bb<br>\u00abWe made the whole kitchen new and the bathroom as well. We bought some new telephones and radios. And we also changed the yard into a better state. Nowadays it is still in a good state. I\u2019ve planted some berries. But there is one problem.\u00bb<br>\u00abAnd what\u2019s the problem? Don\u2019t the berries grow?\u00bb<br>\u00abYes they do and how, you don\u2019t even know that.\u00bb<br>\u00abSo what\u2019s the problem then?\u00bb<br>(the ajar door opens with a crack.)<br>\u00abGrandma! What was that? The door opened by itself!\u00bb<br>\u00abAmy my dear, don\u2019t panic now. I opened the windows in the next room. The air is stale.\u00bb<br>\u00abAnd?\u00bb<br>\u00abA storm is on its way. It\u2019s very windy outside. There\u2019s a draft. Everything\u2019s okay. Don\u2019t be afraid.\u00bb<br>\u00abHuu &#8211; if you think so &#8230; well &#8230; \u00bb<br>\u00abYou asked me about the problem in my yard. It\u2019s actually pretty simple. The birds are a plague. They are eating away all my delicious berries &#8230;\u00bb<br>\u00abOh.\u00bb<br>\u00abYou know what?\u00bb<br>\u00abWha -\u00bb (The rest of the word is going down with the loud clink of a cup which falls out of the cupboard.)<br>\u00abGrandma! This house is haunted. There\u2019s again a strange happening inside this house!\u00bb<br>\u00abMy dear, this house isn\u2019t haunted! It\u2019s my fault. I\u2019ve put the cup on the wrong place. It was too close to the edge. I guess you\u2019re just exhausted from that long journey. That\u2019s&nbsp; why you overreact. Go to bed now, come on.\u00bb<br>\u00abUmpf.\u00bb<br>\u00abAnd tomorrow I\u2019m gonna show you the yard.\u00bb<br>\u00abOk.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the girls bedroom:<br>\u00abAlthough there is a storm outside I\u2019ll open your window just a bit.\u00bb<br>\u00abMmm.\u00bb (she goes to bed.)<br>\u00abBut Grandma? What if this house <em>is<\/em> haunted?\u00bb<br>\u00abThis house isn\u2019t haunted.\u00bb<br>\u00abBut what if? I mean the door opened by itself, the cup fell out the cupboard. What\u2019s next?\u00bb<br>\u00abDarling, it\u2019s an old house. Of course you think it\u2019s spooky. But don\u2019t be afraid. There\u2019s nothing. And tomorrow will be a great day. Just sleep now. If you need me, I\u2019ll be in the living room. I\u2019m going to listen to the radio.\u00bb<br>\u00abYou don\u2019t go to sleep now?\u00bb<br>\u00abNot yet, I\u2019m not very tired and I couldn\u2019t sleep anyway since this storm is raging.\u00bb<br>\u00abAh ok. So, goodnight Grandma. I love you forever!\u00bb<br>\u00abGoodnight Amy. I love you too, even if I\u2019m dead I\u2019ll alway be by your side.\u00bb<br>\u00abWhere?\u00bb (confused.)<br>\u00abIn your heart sweetie.\u00bb (she closes the door.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In this night the little kid has an awful nightmare about a hangman in her garden. He swings his scythe up and down. The girl wakes up. And takes deep breathes in and out. She suppresses a scream. At this moment a draft comes from the window. The curtain winds around. Slowly&nbsp;the girl gets up to close the window. Right as she reaches the window, the girl sees a lightning.<br>\u00abAhhh, my nightmare came true!\u00bb<br>The big scary hangman of her dream is standing in the dark yard. In his hand is a big scythe which he swings up and down. In the light of the next lightning the little girl doesn\u2019t see the hangman anymore.<br>\u00abHe\u2019s gone! Holy&nbsp; cra-.\u00bb <br>(A thunder crashes loud in the atmosphere.) Amy pushes the curtain over the window and runs right to her grandmas room.<br>\u00abGrandma!\u00bb<br>\u00abGrandma!\u00bb<br>She opens the old door. And turns the light on. She screams loudly. <br>\u00abHoly crack.\u00bb She whispers. In front of the girl lays her grandma without a move in her bed. Without one move.<br>\u00abThe hangman.\u00bb<br>The girl looks around to see if the hangman\u2019s behind her and closes the door. She runs straight to the old telephone. As fast as she could she dials the number of her mother. At the same moment the girl recognizes that the radio\u2019s on.<br>\u00abGrandma forgot to turn it off.\u00bb<br>\u00ab\u2026 this night all the telephone cables in our village got broken because of the storm. We\u2019ve never had such a big storm. It has the strength of grade 7. We try to fix the cables but it\u2019s complicated. According to a weather forecast the storm goes on for 4 hours.\u00bb (radio in the background.)<br>\u00abOh no! What should I do now &#8230; Please can someone help me &#8230;\u00bb<br>She walks back to her room and lays back in her bed. She is desperate.<br>\u00abWh &#8230; Wha &#8230; t shoul- &#8230; What should I doo &#8230;? The hangman came and killed my grandma, I guess he will soon come and kill me. I bet she knew that &#8230; Nonono that can\u2019t be &#8230; But she knew she would die soon. Why else did she say that she will always be by my side &#8230;\u00bb<br>The storm outside seems still like it would never end. There\u2019s a heavy thunderstorm outdoors.<br>Suddenly Amy hears a strange noise out of all the other noises. She hears footsteps.<br>\u00abOh gosh he comes! The hangman! I\u2019m dead!\u00bb<br>She puts her blanket over her whole body.<br>Slowly and silently but still with a little crack the door opens. A big hand pulls away the blanket. The kid frightens. She panics and again suppresses a scream. <br>\u00abHe comes &#8230;\u00bb<br>(Pause)<br>\u00abGrandma!\u00bb<br>As she slowly opens her eyes, she stares in the soft eyes of her grandma. Amy screams again.<br>\u00abBut &#8230; but &#8230; you\u2019re dead! Are you a ghost?\u00bb<br>\u00abDarling, what are you talking about? I\u2019m not dead! Yesterday I took a sleeping pill. I can\u2019t sleep naturally with such a loud storm outside. But I woke up because I heard a scream. It was literally next to me. I guessed it was you so I thought I should go and have a look if you\u2019re alright.\u00bb<br>\u00abWell, well, well you\u2019re not dead. Do you lie?\u00bb<br>\u00abSweetheart, calm down, why would I lie? No I\u2019m alive. What\u2019s wrong?\u00bb<br>\u00abFirst of all I dreamed about a hangman then I woke up. I wanted to close the window so that I could sleep again. But then I saw a hangman in our yard.\u00bb<br>\u00abOh no &#8230; you imagined this because you\u2019re tired you see literally ghosts. Don\u2019t be afraid. Go to sleep again.\u00bb<br>The girl isn\u2019t really convinced but she listens.<br>\u00abBut Grandma &#8230; all the telephones are broken &#8230;\u00bb<br>\u00abYeah that\u2019s clear in a storm in this strength.\u00bb<br>\u00abAmy just go back to sleep. Everything\u2019s ok, don\u2019t panic. Tomorrow will be great.\u00bb<br>\u00abBut why did you say, that you\u2019ll always be with me even if you\u2019re dead?\u00bb<br>\u00abJust for your information. Not that I think that I die soon but one never knows. And I think it\u2019s better if it\u2019s said as early as possible.\u00bb<br>\u00abAh ok so everything is good?\u00bb<br>\u00abYes darling it\u2019s a promise! Sleep well!\u00bb<br>\u00abYou too!\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the next morning:<br>The sun is shining and it\u2019s not windy anymore. Amy and her grandma are going outside after having breakfast.<br>\u00abNow you\u2019ll see my yard!\u00bb<br>\u00abAnd I\u2019m gonna show you where I saw the hangman tonight.\u00bb<br>\u00abYeah you can do this &#8230; ah your hangman.\u00bb (a bit annoyed.)<br>\u00abAhhh, there he is! He lies on the ground. Grandma! Let\u2019s go inside and call the police. I bet he\u2019s gonna kill at least one of us!\u00bb<br>On the ground in front of Amy and her grandmother lies a big, black thing. It seems really scary.<br>\u00abOh no, calm down Amy, haha that\u2019s just my scarecrow. It fell over because of the storm. I bought it, so that the birds maybe don\u2019t always eat my seed. But it doesn\u2019t really help. And it\u2019s not a hangman but just my scarecrow.\u00bb<br>\u00abHoly crack! It seems freaking realistic. So &#8230; okay &#8230; just a scarecrow, not a hangman &#8230; your house is a bit scary, don\u2019t try to excuse that!\u00bb<br>\u00abYeah at the moment perhaps, but you will soon get used to it.\u00bb<br>The old grandma picks up the scarecrow and puts it back to its place.<br>\u00abThank you.\u00bb &#8211; an old mysterious voice says.<br>It\u2019s the voice of the scarecrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n&nbsp;<br>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n&nbsp;<br>\n\n\n\n<p id=\"block-da876496-6a90-46c1-9447-d1f7d87e5eaa\">Thank you Olivia for this marvellous dark story!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Enjoy Olivias manuscript. <\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"_df_book df-lite\" id=\"df_6027\"  _slug=\"in-grandmas-old-house-dark-storytelling-by-olivia-speck\" data-title=\"in-grandmas-old-house-dark-storytelling-by-olivia-speck\" wpoptions=\"true\" thumbtype=\"\" ><\/div><script class=\"df-shortcode-script\" nowprocket type=\"application\/javascript\">window.option_df_6027 = {\"webgl\":\"true\",\"outline\":[],\"autoEnableOutline\":\"false\",\"autoEnableThumbnail\":\"false\",\"overwritePDFOutline\":\"false\",\"enableDownload\":\"false\",\"direction\":\"1\",\"pageSize\":\"0\",\"pageMode\":\"2\",\"singlePageMode\":\"0\",\"controlsPosition\":\"hide\",\"source\":\"https:\\\/\\\/speckund.me\\\/w2\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/In-Grandmas-Old-House-1.pdf\",\"wpOptions\":\"true\"}; if(window.DFLIP && window.DFLIP.parseBooks){window.DFLIP.parseBooks();}<\/script>\n\n\n\n&nbsp;<br>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n&nbsp;<br>\n\n\n\n<p>Images: Selfies (of myself ;-), as probably most of my selfies are). 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