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part 1
Yup, you read me right, I was scared of my grandma, Her innocuous looks could not viel my eyes from the truth; she was the most terrifying and ancient grandma that has ever walked this serene and maiden planet. When she would get up from her rocking chair (which would be a rare event by the way) her shadow would loom over me, like a shadow of approaching tsunami.
At one of the visits I made each weekend to my grandma with my mum, one of these rare moments occurred. The animate conversation between my mum and Aunt Rihanna, who had come to wish me happy birthday, immediately came to an abrupt end. They looked at my grandma expectantly, and I had the exact same expression on my face.
Grandma slowly turned her head towards me as she straightened up, in a way you would see a robot move in the Terminator. She pointed her index finger at me, curled the finger and then directed her gaze towards the back door that lead to the pitch-black garden. Then, she slowly whispered a single word, 'come', with her croaky voice, which was ever barely used.
Heart pounding, I rose from the antique armchair I was sitting on, which had its back towards the fireplace, and followed my Grandma through the back-door. As I stepped out onto the soft grass that spread across the fairly big garden, I felt a eerie calm descend on me.
Grandma did not stop walking. After a moment of hesitation, I resumed following her. Suddenly, she stopped and turned towards me. As if I was under a spell, I stopped, just barely a meter from Grandma. She raised her walking stick, aimed it at me as if it was a gun. Suddenly, I found myself flying across the garden. I landed onto the ground with a loud THUD.
A terrible pain ripped through my back. Grandma started towards me. She raised her walking stick, or actually a walking stick/gun for the last time. I heard a crack, but it didn't come from the walking stick, but instead from somewhere behind. My grandma fell and she changed. She was a robot. I stifled a sob...
