I was very happy. Obviously, because at that beginning of the Sunday I didn't expected what will ruin my life afterwards. Anyway, I was packing my clothes for a bus trip to the most pleasant place in the world. To my granny's cottage house. I'd been waiting for long to come there for vacation. I looked at the open window. Morning sun was smiling to me and even air was full of light. The birds were singing their songs of spring pleasure. I took my suitcase and left home.
Five hours on the bus did not tire me. The road was full of sweet expectations. Finally, I reached the house. I stopped for a second to take a look. White small building with a foxy-red roof. Old and cracked, but so cute. I used to grow in this place and it feels like I knew every corner, every tree behind the house. The flowers on the ground opposite the front door were look like a rainbow carpet. Like some magical creature had come from the forest and grew this beauty to make me stand in a charming admiration. I opened the door, which had seemed to me so huge, when I was a kid, and come insight. My grandma was sitting in the old big armchair and knitting, as she usually does when there is no work in the garden. She was so concentrated, that she didn’t notice me.
“Greetings from the big city, grandma!” I said happily. She raised her head and looked at me.
“Oh, hello-hello, my lovely little boy!” Her face become to shine with the kindest smile.
“Granny, I’m 25 already,” I smiled.
“For me - you’ll always be my little sugar bunny. I’m so glad that you here!”
“Me to. How are you? How the garden?”
“Everything is great. Let’s go, I’ll show you flowering of apple trees – so beautiful this spring!”
We were sitting in the garden, drinking homemade lemonade and talking about everything. I loved to talk with my grandma since the childhood. She was a professional in giving wise advice. Always understanding and caring. It was our special tradition – here, in the blue shadow of trees many secrets were told. In that moments this place meant the whole word for us. Like nothing exists outside this garden.
“Honey, are you hungry?” My granny asked with care.
“Oh, yes! Actually, I’m very hungry!” I totally forgot that I didn’t eat anything since morning.
“Let’s come inside. I’ll cook some soup.”
When my granny was at the kitchen I decided to go to our old attic. I was looking for some toys, which I used to play in childhood. This dark and dusty part of the house was a good hiding place for ghosts. I started to open some boxes. Old stuff was reminding me about young happy times. I found my album with my drawings, Mr. Benito (my old teddy bear), green little T-shirt, which used to be my favorite. I felt so nice inside. Then I suddenly noticed the strange object which wasn’t mine. It was a black wooden box. When I opened it I found some mysterious photos. I looked at those old dark photos and felt that I'm going to spit. I wasn’t able to move. So disgusting scene! Why these photos are here, on our attic?
“Honey? Your vegetable soup is ready. Where are you?” voice of my granny back me to reality. I put all old papers into the box and left the attic.
“What you have been doing there?” My granny asked me when we were eating soup.
“Nothing special, just looking for my old toys”
“Have you find something interesting?”
“Yes. Some stuff to refresh childhood memories. Soup is so tasty!”
“Thank you, sweetie, you’re welcome.”
At night I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about those photos. Who made them? What had happened with all this people? I got out of bed and decided to go upstairs to the attic. In the yellowish light of torch strange photos looked even more creepy. There were pictures of dead animals, with gutted abdomen and eyes full of fear. Their bodies were mutilated by someone cruel and ruthless. But pictures of dead animals weren’t the most frightful. Also, there were pictures of dead people. Some of them were without arms or legs and some of them were even without eyes, like someone ejected them. Who had done all this cruel harm? What kind of monster? Cold sweat was rolling down my back. I pulled out another photo and my arms begun to shake. On this photo were many people in the strange masks and dressed in black. Each of them were holding knifes, axes. It looks like some satanic ritual. On the ground were a lot of cut off parts of bodies and corpses. It was so dreadful scene and moreover, the place where this picture had taken was look like our garden! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I looked at the photo once more and noticed a little girl in that crowd. She was holding a cut off head of women. Her face was without mask. She seemed so familiar to me. It was my grandmother!
“Why are you here so late?” I heard the voice of my granny behind my back.
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