Halloweentown Grandma 소설 & 이야기

“Give Caleb a gun if you have one.” The old woman seemed bemused. She shuffled off in her nightdress then reappeared with a hunting rifle. Caleb took it from her and positioned himself at the living room window. “What’s going on?” Caitlin’s grandmother asked. Caitlin took the woman’s frail hands in hers and began leading her up the stairs. “I need to see the box, Grandma,” she said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” came her grandmother’s reply. “Yes you do,” Caitlin said with a note of warning in her voice. “The time for secrets is over. Scarlet is a vampire, Grandma, and I know you know what that means.”

Grandma Talyssa was fully grey by the time she was forty-five, but it didn’t change how much Grandpa Titus loved her. Did Hexton somehow find out Ajna was my grandmother? Or is this just some really freaky fucking coincidence that I’m being made to kill a woman who looks like the woman who helped raised me? The woman who made me Moldovan Zeama whenever I wasn’t feeling well. The same woman who is the reason I have an Egyptian Lotus tattooed on my shoulder. I don’t know if this is a plot to fuck with my head or just a shitty coincidence, but either way, I have to do what I have to do.

It calmed my nerves and I again felt butterflies inside my stomach. Harris parked the car in front of a huge mansion. It was bigger than the Hunt's mansion. We all hopped out of the car. A very beautiful old woman was standing at the door waiting for us. Norie went to her and she first pulled Norie in a bear hug. Then she asked Norie if she was okay. Once the old woman got satisfied, she looked at us. She came to us and greeted us with open arms. Norie: Grandma, Mr and Mrs Hunt. They will be living with us for a few days. Till then, they are our guest. Mr and Mrs Hunt, this is Mr Rutherford's grandmother. She will guide you from here.

We're heading to Bloodmoon territory! I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him off his feet. "I'm dragging that worthless woman back! And I'm ripping Herbert's damn head off to use as a football!" Kael froze completely, his breath catching for half a second. "You're... You're declaring war on Bloodmoon Pack?" "Execute the order right now! Stop wasting time!" I shoved him aside and turned toward the stairs. "You've lost your mind!" A sharp voice snapped from below. I stopped mid-step and looked down. Grandma stood in the center of the hall, leaning on her ebony cane. Despite her age, her posture was rigid, her presence commanding with the authority of a former Luna.

August sat in the corner, staring out the window, the crumpled note from lunch. I sat on the opposite side, my hands folded over the gift, which was now safely tucked into a professional portfolio. ​When we pulled up to the gates of the Old Mansion, the dread I usually felt vanished. The moment the doors opened, the air changed. ​"There she is!" ​Grandpa Harrington didn't wait for us in the parlor. He was right there in the foyer, leaning on his cane, a wide, genuine smile lighting up his weathered face.

In my terror, I blacked out from Grandma's blows. … When I woke up the next morning, I found myself in the cave, tied to a pillar. "Laura, why don't you ever listen to me?" I glared at her fiercely. "Get lost, you old witch. You're not my grandmother." "You killed Lily and Lina, and you've harmed so many people in the village. I won't let you off the hook even if I become a ghost." Grandma laughed maniacally at my words. "It's been ages since anyone dared to talk to me like that."

I'm living in a mess. I also sat there in silence, rubbing away the pain in my temples. "This is a lot to take in and strange, but when are you going to tell me this? Until I'm ready? Never? Or maybe when I die?" They flinched at the last word. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "So, back to this, do you think Janet is a witch?" “No. A witch would know not to step into another witch's territory. It's like their number one rule. Furthermore, if she were a witch, she would seal the entire house with Mountain Ash." Grandma said. Wow. She knows a lot of things.

Crowburn. The town is said to have been built right above hell itself. "There is a myth about this town that every 100 years on Halloween night, demons from the very pits of hell come up to the earth and roam the streets, blending into the disguised populous searching for the perfect bride for their Prince. The Prince of Darkness himself. It is believed that the women die as they are never seen again, and every year, the demons return for more women." the woman speaking, my grandma pursed, taking a sip of water before continuing.

I asked nervously. "I can smell him around you," Grandma said not batting an eyelash. "Who?" I asked, and my confusion deepened. "That vampire friend of yours," Grandma replied, her eyes gleamed. "You must be joking, right?" I said, meeting her gaze bravely. Grandma Flora smiles cheekily. "Of course, I'm just kidding, child." "Gosh, you are scaring me, Grandma," I said nervously. Grandma Flora laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry that I scared you, child. I didn't mean to."

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]