His Old Life, Well Old Enough
Uploader's note: Uploaded to the Creepypasta Wiki on April 8, 2011, but likely originated on /x/. Posted here due to no other copy existing online
My Grandfather just passed away only a year ago, and every day I begin to forget more and more of him, like he didn't ever exist. I went to his grave for the anniversary of his death, April 11.
I drove casually to the cemetery and saw some really weird shit; somebody was laying on a park like bench just crying their eyes out, though nobody from her family or friends had even passed. Another thing wrong was that there were no headstones at all that I could see. I payed my respects to his plate and left to see my grandmother. She seemed destroyed, like she was even sadder than the day he passed.
I decided to check out her basement, my grandfather's workplace, to see what he had down there. I went downstairs and everything was different, like extremely cold. I looked at his tool bench to see the saws he used to use, but one of them was missing. I looked around for it, but nothing was in sight. I went to the second floor and attic, but still nothing there.
I assumed it was given away, but I found it in my grandmother's closet in a box with many other keepsakes of his. A watch, saw, glasses, ring, necklace, and his favorite glass, but the saw seemed very out of place. I asked my grandmother, and sadly she had an anxiety attack.
I wanted to know what that saw was for, so I snooped around. I found a scrap book of when I was a little kid. I opened it to see my pictures and some more in the back, but there were pictures under my pictures.
I peeled one back to see the horror. I saw a picture of my grandfather sawing a pig in two, holding a small intestine in his left hand. I threw up immediately after I saw that.
I soon found out after that saw was for when he was a butcher, and it was his favorite... and he haunted it. The saw moves during the night, it clanks and cuts and tips, and its kinda creepy.
Again, I shock you with a not creepy thread, just a new experience in my book.
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