Grandma's rocking chair

I’m Janet. And I’m really close to my family members. Especially my grandma. My grandma, well, she was a fun person to be with. Sporting, funny and has all the other things that you could wish from a person.

It was too bad that… she passed…

On her rocking chair that’s where she passed away. We were joking away.

“Do you want to hear a story my dear Janet?” Asked grandma.

“Of course!” I said.

Grandma smiled, and said, “Once upon a time…”

And suddenly she went silent. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed. I was shocked for a minute. Then I thought that it was just her silly tricks.

“Haha… You got me good grandma.” I said while smiling.  She didn’t wake up.

“Grandma, this isn’t funny anymore.” I said again but this time without smiling.

“Grandma this isn’t funny anymore!” I repeated.

“Father! Please help!” I shouted.

My father came down and saw my grandma on the rocking chair motionless. My father felt my grandma’s chest and there was no heartbeat. “I’m sorry Janet but, grandma’s gone…” Said father sadly.

At that moment I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say. I could only hold grandma’s hand and cry.

A few days later was grandma’s funeral. I didn’t say a word there. All I could do was look down on the floor and let tears come down my cheek.

Later that night, as I was climbing into bed, I heard a voice saying, “Janet! I have a story to tell you!” from outside my bedroom and downstairs. It was grandma’s voice.

“No, no, no. She’s gone just forget about her Janet.” I told myself.

“Janet! Don’t you want to hear my story?” Said the voice again.

I covered my ears. “I’ve gone mad.” I told myself.

“Janet! Come down my dear!” The voice said again.

At that moment I couldn’t take it. I ran downstairs. I saw, on the rocking chair sat grandma.

“Grandma!” I said as I ran to her. When I wrapped my arms around her, they just went through her.

My eyes were wide open as I said, “It’s her ghost.”

I gave out a blood curdling scream as I ran upstairs, went into my room and locked the door.

“Janet don’t run away.” Said the voice as it banged on my door.

I covered myself with a blanket and covered my ears and closed my eyes. The banging on the door got louder and louder. The banging was on the door until I fell into a deep sleep.

The same thing repeated for the next few nights. My parents also had the same experience. Until one day, they couldn’t stand it and we decided to move out. My parents left grandma’s rocking chair at the house and brought other stuff except the rocking chair.

As father drove away from the house, from the window I could see the rocking chair moving slowly. Then I knew that forever will grandma be with her rocking chair. Forever smiling.