Hello and welcome to 30 Days of Terror Day 19!

Oh you do!

I've got a little visitor next to me who's been very dramatic at the moment.

It's very hot as I've been repeatedly saying, Beam is also very hot.

She spends about 90% of her time on the sofa and right now she's flopped down beside me like she's on the verge of death.

Mostly because she wants her dinner early.

Yeah, she's after food. That's all it is.

She does look very... what tell?

You might hear some little pity for me arrows in the background of this.

Bless her.

So I've got three stories for you today.

I just am hoping with all the will in the world and all the momentum that I can find that these stories are not on the similar subject to every story from last from yesterday.

I cannot handle three stories in those veins.

Vains in those veins?

Can't do it.

Story number one comes from Jessica.

When I was about ten my maternal grandmother passed away.

It was October 1998 and my nephew was born in December 1998 so he had never met her.

My brother never had photos of my grandmother as we lived in California and she lived in Oregon so we didn't see her much.

When my nephew was around three or four my brother and cousins had gone to visit my uncle who had lived with my grandmother in Oregon.

When he was there he was able to grab and bring home photos of my grandmother and he put one on the refrigerator.

The very day he put it up my four year old nephew pointed at the picture and said, look Daddy it's grandma.

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