It took a while for Davon to believe the insane idea that his grandfather was out to get them.
Growing up, his grandfather was the closest to him, taking him fishing and even hiking up the woods.
So when did it all change? Why did he suddenly develop psychotic impulses after them?
Questions, questions, questions...
Davon had a million and 1 questions to ask but knew that apart from him but knew that apart from him, Ross was also very close to Grandpa too.
So for him to come out and say this meant he at least had evidence to back up his claim.
Davon didn't fully believe it, but as they say, it was better to be safe than sorry.
What if it's really true? Won't it be better to deal with preparation rather than waiting for his grandpa to kill them all?
"Then what's the vinegar for?"
Ross's heart skipped a beat. "Ever since Grandpa came back, he has developed a strong allergic reaction to vinegar. Last time he accidentally tasted it and had his hands on his neck, running for fresh air."
Okay, Ross lied a bit, but it was better than telling the truth.
Davon nodded, feeling Ross's thoughts were smart.
After all, he and probably Ross didn't want to kill their grandfather. No.
It would be best to apprehend him in a way that left both sides unharmed.
So after spraying vinegar on Granddad, they could take advantage of his moment of anxiousness and weakness to tie him up and wait for the police's arrival.
Don't think because their granddad was old, he couldn't injure them.
If their grandfather is holding a knife, one of them might get injured before they have the chance to tie him up.
But put him in a vulnerable state and they would have the chance for a safe victory.
.
Alright.
"I believe you... is that why you wanted us to sleep together tonight?"
Ross nodded heavily, not interning hide it.
"With us being together, it would be difficult for Granddad to make a move at night."
Davon massaged the few strands of growing hair on his chin thoughtfully. "We best hurry up and meet Mom in her room. Mom has an early day tomorrow so she needs to sleep early too."
"Yeah." Ross agreed, grabbing his lucky pillow and following Davon to his room.
Ross was already in his PJs after taking a quick bath. When taking his bath, the speed he used could've definitely set a world record.
How can he not be in fear and in a rush knowing that that thing was living with them in place of Grandpa?
He feared if he stayed in the shower longer, he would probably die mysteriously.
Following Davon out of his room, the duo suddenly came face to face with their creepy smiling grandpa.
Davon's heart jumped, subconsciously keeping Ross behind him.
"Evening Granddad."
The old man said nothing, only smiling and looking at both of them mysteriously.
Just this alone made Davon's pupils dilate.
Hearing it from his brother's mouth is one thing, but finally seeing and linking Granddad's weirdness with murder was another matter altogether.
Davon didn't know when his legs started quivering, as the brothers slowly inched forward, trying to bypass Granddad, whom they just noticed had somehow grown a little more burlier.
His shoulders were broader, his chest wider and his overall body huge.
Just him alone took up a menacing amount of space along the hallway.
Everyone now found themselves sticking to the walls as they bypassed the old man, chased into Davon's room and hastily locked the door.
F***!
Davion cursed, breathing heavily.
He knew cursing would lead him to put money in a swear jar, but in such a situation, who the hell cares about that?
It was usually his younger brother who ratted him out to Mom if he said a single bad word. But today, Ross was feeling generous.
.
F***, F***, F***, F***!
Ross stood and exclaimed, with his hands grabbing his hair and his body moving back and forth in horror.
No. This is some movie shit right here.
You know, the ones about slashers who are family members?
Son of a b**ch!
"Ross, he's really out to get us. But Mom will not believe it. After all, it's her father they were talking about."
Her mom has grown up with the father since their maternal grandma died from giving birth to their mom.
So you can imagine how close the 2 are.
Davon didn't think such psychotic thoughts sprung from nowhere.
In most slasher movies, you can see the traits that existed in each character from the very beginning.
Maybe mom didn't notice it when growing up, but their Grandpa should've been killing people when he was younger.
The look in the man's eyes was that of a hunter staring at prey.
It seemed their grandfather must've been preparing to take them down for years.
Maybe to their grandfather, their heads on his walls would be his greatest and most fulfilling hunt of all.
The sick part of it all was that he had other elderly buddies with him who do the same thing perhaps as a sport.
Davon was in no mood to take any bloody shower.
Washing his face and brushing his teeth were all the night preparations he did, especially when thinking his mom was alone in her room.
Looking around his room, he grabbed a few sharp objects, held Ross's hand and leaned into the door with his ears open wide.
~Din... Din... Din... Din.
Heavy rhythmic footsteps echoed about the hallways.
Davon heard the footsteps move away, before descending the stairs, slowly fading into nothingness.
-Silence-
(0_0)
Blink. Blink.
You look at me; I look at you.
It seems it's all good.
Both brothers looked at each other, before counting to 5 in their hearts and opening the door.
But what they didn't expect was a close-up view of their granddad standing inches from their door.
"Ahhh!... Granddad, it-it-it's just you."
Davon tried to put up a bold front. "Ross and I are just playing hide and seek, so we won't bother you anymore. Mom is waiting for us."
.
Mommy...
Who can tell him how his granddad whose footsteps had faded suddenly appeared outside his door?
Davon wished for himself and the walls to become one as he leaned against it, keeping a steady pace while bypassing the old man again.
For Ross, he kept his head low but his hands tight on the vinegar wrapped within his special blanket.
No one knows the rollercoaster of emotions that went through their brains in these few seconds that seems like an eternity.
Bam!
Amelia came out with a towel on her damp head, wondering what the hell had gotten into her boys of late.
"Are you both obsessed with playing so late in the night?"
"Mom, you don-"
"Enough. I'm happy to see you both bond but Mama needs some quiet and a good night's sleep here. So from now on, zip it."
Both brothers could only look at each other helplessly, as they looked at the door from the inside and got on the bed robotically.
Amelia, who came with dry hair wearing her nightgown, stared at the bed both angry and funny.
Her older son Davon was wearing his skateboarding helmet... a helmet he hasn't worn in years now.
As for Ross, he had padding on his arms, as though trying to stop something from biting him.
(-_-)
Forget it...
She was too old and too tired for this shit.
Let them do as they want. After all, Ross was very scared today, so maybe he did all this, feeling it would protect him from who-knows-what.
Augh~
Children.
Be a parent, they said.
It was going to be fun, they said.
It was going to be amazing and stress-free, they said.
Amelia wished she could slap the mouths of many in her past.
It was indeed an amazing experience. But do you know how many times a day her heart raced because of these 2 idiots who call themselves her children?
.
The duo were expecting their mother to comment on their ridiculous sleeping attire, but all she did was put on her eye covers and made herself comfy under the sheets.
"Good night."
"..."
"Good night, Mom... we love you."
Amelia felt weird hearing those words from Davon. When was the last time he said he loved her?
Since his rebellious age kicked in, he seemed hell-bent on going against her for every little thing.
What was going on today?
Why were her children so weird?
Amelia truly wanted to delve into the matter further but her heavy eyelids did not allow for such luxuries.
It was midnight and this was the longest she has stayed up on a working day.
It didn't take long for her to sleep.
The brothers thought they too would stay up long, but their eyes couldn't help falling into deep sleep too.
Well, the door was locked and there was no way granddad would be coming in... or so they thought.
--2 hours later--
~Catchack!
Ross heard the door's locks mysteriously turn on their own.
Ross didn't need to open his eyes to know that his worst nightmares were realized.
Granddad... Granddad was here!
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