House in the Will

It must have been about seven or eight years ago when my grandpa died. I didn't know him well or see him often enough because he never got along with my Dad. He had been getting ill from unexplained causes since my parents got killed in a car wreck. Just before that he was fully healthy, so nobody knew what was going on. Even stranger was his death. His chest literally exploded and his ribcage shattered. Absolutely nothing in his house would have been able to cause that, nor anything in his body. Anyway, during his funeral, I found out that he left me his house, seeing as I was his only living blood relative. So, I accepted the deed and decided to move in there, as my apartment was barely able to support life. The first night I stayed in there, I started hearing voices and footsteps. Thinking it was one of the jerks in the neighborhood squatting because the old man was dead, I grabbed my shotgun and started looking.

Then I started hearing something hiss and breathe heavily. Shaking, I aimed my shotgun around the room. The hissing turned to growling. It was right behind me, so I turned around, and saw the most horrifying ghost imaginable. I nearly shit myself and bolted with all piss and vinegar to the front door, and that ghost kept cutting me off at every pass. "You will pay," it said. I kept taking every route I could to every exit I knew of. That ghost was always cutting me off and repeating "you will pay, you will pay!" I asked it what it wanted, he said "I need about tree fiddy". I realized then that the ghost was about eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the Paleolithic era. It was that god damn Loch Ness monster again.

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