My estranged grandfather has been missing for years and I just found out he lived on cursed land.
Channel: Scary Stories
Date: 2022-11-25

My estranged grandfather has been missing for years and I just found out he lived on cursed land. (Pt. 2)

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*I went back to my grandfather’s old house early in the morning. I definitely wasn’t going to stay there overnight, that would have been way too creepy and I’ve seen how things like that end. Because of this, when I made my way back down the long dirt driveway it was at a slow pace and in broad daylight. I noticed faint smoke rising into the air from a field in the distance. Though I couldn’t tell whether or not that land was still my grandfathers so I decided not to investigate that.* 

*However, as I rounded the final bend leading to the house I spotted a coyote sitting beside the road, I stopped and it leered at me for a long moment.  It didn’t seem afraid and eventually got up to slowly walk out of sight. I know this will sound stupid, but I felt as if I needed its permission to continue and that it had somehow granted me that.* 

*When I reached the house again I noticed immediately that something was different. Someone else had been there overnight. The dining table was cleared and clean of dust with a single chair pulled out as if for me specifically. On it sat two more pages of my grandfather’s writing and a glass of water. That really freaked me out.* 

*“Hello? Is anyone here?” I called, though far too quietly for it to have been effective, and was relieved when I received no response. Just to be sure, I crept around the place for a few minutes then hesitantly sat down to read the letters. Though I was absolutely not going to drink the water.*

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*The letter continued:*

When I went outside, well after sunrise, I was surprised to find that the house wasn’t damaged. Unfortunately.. That was the only blessing. The year's crops were destroyed, ripped apart and crushed for hours I supposed. I guess, whatever those things were they took out their vengeance in other ways. Eric went out to investigate the animals, he reported back that the horses were eviscerated and the chickens were dismembered. 

This seemed to have a profound effect on him for he was even more emotionless than usual. “They were just animals.” I assured him, it wasn’t the first lot of animals I had lost and like I said, they were the longest lived since he had been there. 

“No. You warned me to ignore the creature and I disobeyed. This is my fault.” He started calmly, though his gaze was fixated on the forest in a way that made me nervous. 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I didn’ explain it well. This kind of thing happens commonly, I should have told you beforehand. It hadn’t happened since you’ve been here until now.” I admitted. 

He paused then, “It happens regularly? How often? And for how long?”

That made me think, “Been going on for decades. It happens every now and then, but more so during harvest season.” 

“And how do you usually defend your property?” He enquired curiously. 

“Bullets.” I answered simply, then I remembered, “My father always insisted we use silver bullets though.” 

“Silver..” He murmured mostly to himself, “I need my cane.” He announced, then began to limp his way back inside. 

I followed after him baffled, what good would his cane do against those things? When I caught up to him, he was seated and twisting the top off the cane. “What are you-“ I started but stopped as I realized he was  pulling a second sword from the inside of the stick. 

“This one is silver. The steel didn’t work because it wasn’t the right substance.” He explained, sounding triumphant. 

“Was that in there the whole time?” I asked, disregarding the rest.

He looked at me then with a slight guilty expression and a sly smile, “Yes.. I also found the one you hid from me within hours. But I allowed you to think I was unarmed, it seemed to make you feel more comfortable.” He admitted.

“Is there anything else you’re keeping from me, you little bastard?” I asked using an annoyed tone to cover my own embarrassment. I supposed if he intended to harm me he would have done it by now. 

“Plenty more.” He teased. He’d picked up my snarky sense of humor it seemed.

“What do you think you can do with that toothpick then?” I demanded. 

“It’s not a toothpick.” He complained, “But it is delicate. So I can’t do too much, we’ll need more silver than this. Do you have any bullets left?” 

“Haven’t had any for years. No one melts down silver these days.” I explained.

My answer seemed to displease him and he began to search on his own. He found a candlestick, a bag of silver dollar coins and pulled the old silver mirror from the barn. I watched as he worked for a couple hours. He polished the mirror and made it into a shield, packed gunpowder with the silver coins into bottles and sharpened the edge of the candlestick. 

“You sure all that silver will work?” I asked skeptically, fol