My weird grandmother

One day i was watching TV calmly at my house and My parents told me to take care of my
grandmother while they traveled to Canada, i accepted since i had no other option and sighed
somewhat frustrated.

No, it’s not that i hate my grandmother but she had been acting strange since the day my
grandfather died, she didn’t wanted to accept his death and she kept saying that he visited her
on dreams, warning her to look for clues in the attic, which has been locked for no reason since
i’ve been a kid.

The firsts days that i stayed with her, i choosed to ignore what she was trying to tell me, but
after the third day it was impossible because she started to scream and cry in the night, so i
was forced to listen to her and she mentioned the attic again, but this time i believed her so i
took her fragile hand and we went to the attic together.

There was a blanket and a horrible smell that made me want to puke, next to an interesting
letter.

Then i took the letter and on the top of it i could read some words; “I’m so sorry, dad” it said,
which made me deeply doubt, but my grandmother interrupted my thoughts by telling me to
remove the blanket from the place, and that’s exactly what I did, leaving me stunned. It was
him, my grandfather, his putrefied body with missing pieces of it, my grandmother began to cry
uncontrollably and I vomited almost immediately, she continued reading the letter, and there
we realized that he had been brutally dismembered to later sell parts of his body for a lot of
money, and he wasn’t the only one that suffered this horrible death, my mother is a surgeon
and my father works in the asylum, so they had a mini business around these type of things.

I hugged my grandmother and we both cried a lot, completely horrorified about what we just
discovered, wondering how much victims suffered this too.

Sebastián Apolonio 1°C