Mae's first week of Elementary School had come to an end, and although it had its ups and downs, she was eagerly looking forwards to Monday so she can return but for now, she was spending her time with her family, mainly, her Granddad, on a cold and quiet Friday night. Mae took another slice of pizza from the box on the counter, Stan had specially ordered it in, which was rare in her household. Pepperoni Pizza, Mae thought, my favourite! She left the kitchen nibbling on the slice and as she began to ascend the stairs to her room her Granddad called for her. "Mae?" he said, "Is that you?" "Yeah," Mae responded, she quickly finished the slice and jumped joyfully to his bedroom door. Granddad opened it and greeted her. "Password?" he asked jokingly. "Croissant?" "You may enter." Mae opened the door to his room and entered, quietly shutting it behind her. She adored her Granddads room, it was littered with bookshelves with a wide variety of stories on them. He had a desk that would always look messy whether it had paper or discarded notes sprawled across it, he had encouraged her to become a writer ever since she could talk, and with his inspiration she was slowly becoming just that. Mae approached her Granddad who was sitting on his bed, a book in hand, and his walking stick resting against the wall. He sniffed, a cold perhaps, Mae thought. Granddad patted a space next to him, a way of telling her to join him. Mae sat. Granddad turned to Mae and ruffled her hair, it was growing out, and looked messy. "Looks like you need a haircut," he said. "No!" Mae responded, "I like my hair like this, even if Mum disagrees. It makes me feel unique." Granddad looked at Mae, and said, "Oh Mae, what are we going to do with you?" he then laughed. The Grandfather clock in his room began to chime, indicating it was seven o'clock in the afternoon. Mae's bedtime, and usually when her Granddad would tell her a story. "So then Mae," he asked, "What story shall it be tonight?" Mae thought it over. "I've been reading the book you gave me, I've really enjoyed what I've read so far! Even if its not that much." "Having much difficulty with the words?" Granddad asked. "A bit, some are really long and I don't understand what they mean, but I can get what they're tying to get across." "Would you like me to read you something from there Mae?" Mae and her Granddads eyes met, "No thank you, I want to get through in my own time, what book are you holding there?" "A silly old thing, of myths and legends and the history of Possum Springs." "Are there horror stories in there?" "Some." "Can you read me one Granddad? If it's not a problem" "Not at all Mae, not at all." Granddad opened the book to a corner that he had folded, Mae crawled under a blanket and rested her head on the wall, eagerly awaiting for him to narrate the story to her. He turned the pages until he came to a stop, Mae watched as began to say to her, "Now this is a classic, I do warn you, it's a short little story, so don't expect me to read to all night long." Granddad turned his attention to the page and began to read: Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.