I don’t know why I feel the need to state that I’ve put myself on a timer of 30 minutes for each writing prompt. I don’t want to state it every-time but none the less I am going to keep stating that I’ve put myself on the timer. As for this writing prompt I’m excited to writing something for this one.
Writing Prompt #1,143
Your grandmother's dog has always bothered you. It's small and white, rather prim, and always sits and stares at you with its unblinking eyes. It's been around since you were a kid, and you feel as if it should have died years ago, but it keeps on living to your dismay. When your grandmother passes on, her dog becomes yours. You begrudgingly take it to your suburban home and, despite your displeasure, realize it really isn't too bad of a house guest. Until the night of the full moon, that is. You wake up to a horrible growling noise and rush downstairs. In place of the dog sits an old man. He wears a nicely pressed white suit and has a thinning patch of curly hair on his head. He smiles at you and introduces himself as your grandfather, who was cursed years ago by your grandmother. She did it to keep the family safe, he tells you with a wicked grin. And with that, he vanishes.
As I lay down in my nice comfy queen size bed, I feel the tears rolling down my face. My heart squeezes in grief. Grandma, I miss you. I send out that thought into the beyond. I am confident that She will hear me. The reason that I am so confident is because my family line are all descendants of witches. Knowing that I am able to talk to her helps some of the grief but most of it still held onto my heart. I hug one of my many pillows. It’s only been a week sense she was taken from my world into the beyond and it still feels like just yesterday that she was taken. My body gives out into the darkness, saving my body from the grief while I sleep.
I was forced out of my sleep as my bed vibrates from a horrible growling sound. I throw my blankets over the edge of the bed. In my rush to make it downstairs, the now discarded blankets wrap around my feet causing me to fall face first onto the hard wooden floor. “Fuck!” flies out of my mouth before I even knew I said anything. I scramble back up to my feet as another horrible growl rips through the silent night. I make it downstairs at another growl comes from the cage that I put, Bruce, in before I went to bed. But Bruce wasn’t there. A old man was crouched in the cage. His eyes are glowing a bright yellow.
“Family.” He growls and the next thing I know, the old man is standing in front of me. I look him over and see he is wearing a nicely pressed white suit. His golden blonde hair is a thinning patch of curls on his head. His eyes are still glowing but now he is smiling. “Hello, my dear. It’s so lovely to finally meet you. I’m your grandfather.” He growls the word grandfather. “You’re grandmother cursed me a year after your mother was born. She said it was to keep the family safe.” He says with a wicked grin. “See you around, lovely.” And with that he vanishes.
What the fuck just happened? I think looking around my living room. I flop down on the stairs. Why would Grandma not tell me about this? I was set to take over everything. Wait did the coven know. I jump and rush upstairs, quickly grabbing my phone off the charger and before I knew who I was calling, my phone rang.
Justice is the name that pops up on my phone. I answer it. “Sophia!” She sighs in relief. “Your safe?” She asks after taken a deep breath.
“I guess? I don’t know why I wouldn’t be?” I ask in complete confusion. I hear her gasp.
“Is Bruce, Okay?” She asks hesitantly. I gasp.
“Why are you asking about the dog?” I snap. Does she know that Bruce isn’t a really a dog?
“Well,” She hesitates again.
“What are you keeping from me?” I ask plopping down onto my bed, making it squeak.
“Why do you think that I’m hiding something?” She quickly asks, a little too quickly if you ask me. I don’t answer her. This is a tacit that my grandma would use when she wanted us to tell her the truth. She let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m not hiding anything from you.” She sounds like she was trying to convince herself more than me.
