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Originally written by Johnny.
My grandparents lived in an old shack on Rolfe road in Mason. One night me and my sister stayed the night with them. It was like every other night. Around 2:00am I woke up to my sister screaming. It was spine tingling! She was beaten, her clothes were ripped, all but her hair. That was combed perfect! She had red, curly hair.
This struck me as very odd. My grandma came running in. She was white as a ghost! She was screaming that my grandpa was beaten and hung from the walnut tree in the side yard. Then she saw my sister and had a heart attack. I quickly grabbed my sister and ran to the nearest house to get help. When we finally got to a house they took us to the local hospital and contacted our parents. For years my sister wouldn't talk to anyone.
Not even my mom. My parents told us that grandma killed grandpa but I know that wasn't what happened. No ones really does. The property remained in the family, but no one lived there. When I finished school the property was given to me. With the help of my father we had a house built in no time. We built in next to the tree my grandpa died in as a reminder of his unconditional love for his family. No one tore there old house down.
We figured that if it was to come down it would have to be down by mother nature. I moved into my new house but I didn't stay for long. I would hear my Grandmother screaming. I Thought it was in my head until, I woke up one night to the sound of my grandmother screaming, "Stay still, Jenny. You want to look pretty for church tomorrow, don't you?"
When I got up to get a drink of water and clear my head from what I thought was a nightmare, there was a lock of red curly hair in front of the wood burning stove. I collected my things and moved to Newago where I have lived since June of 1967.
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