Angry Grandpa Body Bag Novels & Stories

For me this was a moment of fresh beginning a day to throw away the wrong done to me by those I called family and to unite my entire family back in one piece leaving no room for grudges, that’s what my grandfather ever wanted at least. We boarded the car and drove off to the funeral house which was just about four five minutes’ drive away from our family home. When we arrived the funeral home attendant showed us around and then led us to where my grandpa was laid. He took the suit from Betty and headed into the room with two of his colleagues. They returned later with bright smiles on their faces. “Ms. Ricci, would you like to confirm the body one more time before the casket bearers come for

“Went too far? They brought it on themselves. Zoey, if you had lost tonight, they wouldn’t have spared you, not in action, not in words. You’d be mocked and ridiculed endlessly. You did the right thing tonight. Being merciful to enemies is cruel to yourself. A snake, even if released, will always strike back.” Zoey nodded. “We’ll make Grandpa’s ‘funeral’ as grand as possible, so everyone in Woodmerrow, and even the whole country, can see the true colors of the Harmon family. But after that, Grandpa needs to be moved to a safe place.” “Don’t worry, Zoey. I’ll make sure Grandpa is placed in a proper facility for recovery.” “Good.” When they arrived at the crematorium, the funeral staff moved t

I screamed again, my grip on the railing tightening as I ran up faster, feeling my heart drop to my stomach when I followed a trace of blood to grandpa's room. As I got there, the next second, I swayed weakly and found my knees to the ground. I sat there on my knees, helpless, my heart in the pit on my stomach as I watched my grandpa dead, hanged on the wall by a rope dangling from the ceiling. His body was swaying slowly, a pool of his blood on the ground below his corpse, and that wasn't even the horrifying part. His head. It was missing. Without thinking, I screamed as loud as I can, letting all my anger and frustration out, feeling my tears running down my cheeks.

“Mr. Carter, stop smashing the window. If you break it, you will have to pay!” “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Evan hit it even harder. “What a joke. Can’t I afford it?” If only he could break it, he would certainly jump out and teach me a lesson. Jenny’s POV: Zachary’s funeral was completed. Mom and Grandpa were seriously ill. They couldn’t accept this cruel reality. This was especially true for Grandpa. He was already in his 80s. Now that his grandson had suddenly passed away, he couldn’t withstand such a blow. He was directly sent to the ICU and had yet to come out.

Grandma’s hospitalization and Grandpa’s death brought immense pressure on the family. It wasn’t until the seventh day after Grandpa’s death that Mom and Ethan returned from Moonlake with Sophia. When I returned to bring Grandma home from the hospital, I saw them dressed in Moonlake-style tie-dye, laughing and chatting, completely carefree. Mom’s expression changed the instant she saw me. She rushed over and slapped me hard, pointing at the black shrouds draped throughout the house, shouting, “You little brat! Are you insane? Do you want to die? I see you’ve gone mad!

John scrambled over to Harvey on his hands and knees. He grabbed the chubby boy, who was still giggling, and forced him to bend at the waist. “Apologize! Now!” Harvey had probably never seen his grandfather like this in his life. He burst into tears on the spot. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry...” He cried so hard snot bubbled from his nose, and he kept bowing to Nina again and again. Nina hid behind me and peeked out with half of her little face.

"Sir! Kind sir, I was wrong! I swear I'll change my ways!" Grandpa Eddie looked down at him and said in a voice dripping with menace, "Take your pack of worthless thugs and get lost. If you ever lay a finger on my grandson again, I'll cut your head off next." Mr. Hargrove scrambled up from the ground in panic and dragged the paralyzed Leonard out of the alley. I thought the nightmare was finally over. But I had underestimated how shameless and vicious the Hargroves could be. The next morning, Mr. Chappel made an announcement over the college broadcast.

“She was clearly at fault. What’s wrong with us making a few remarks?” “Also, she’s way too immature. How can someone who drives a pink car to work possibly handle…” Grandpa snorted coldly. “This pink car is mine.” The crowd froze, and the words were caught in their throats. After a long pause, someone finally stammered out, “O-Oh… so that’s your car, Mr. Reid. Pink is such a lovely, delicate color. It really suits you and gives you a more youthful appearance.” Grandpa broke into a bitter, angry laugh as he saw how quickly everyone changed their tune.

he barked at me in anger, stomping his feet like an angel villain. “No Gramps! Not when you are tis furious.” I responded sternly and signalled the receptionist to call the emergency hotline and probably get the first responder to hurry up before my grandfather passes out from anger and high blood pressure. Zach and the others stood by idly, refusing to help in any way.

“Alright.” “This isn’t the place or time for the two of you to be lovey-dovey,” the white-haired old man yelled angrily, “Tell me, where are the Boyes’ unique secret collection of books?” Grandpa smiled grimly and said, “In my stomach.” As soon as he said this, there was a loud bang when Grandpa’s body exploded. Boye’s eyes widened in horror. “My darling!” Soon after, she started vomiting blood and her appearance rapidly aged in an instant. Her hair became thoroughly white while her face went through a miraculous change…