Hello and welcome to day 27 of 31 days of

Terror and I have four spooky stories for you today and story number one comes from Jenny.

My grandma would drive down to Pueblo, Colorado on some weekends to go and stay with her dad.

Her own mom had passed away a year before, so she would go stay the weekend with her dad,

take him grocery shopping, clean his house and give him some company.

On one particular visit my great grandpa had gone into his bedroom to take a nap,

so my grandma made herself comfortable on the couch in the living room. She ended up falling

asleep herself, but was walkin' a bit later to the sound of my great grandpa getting a glass

down in the kitchen. My grandma assumed that he was getting some water, so she pulled herself up

off the couch to see if he needed some help. When she got to the kitchen it was empty, my great

grandpa wasn't anywhere in sight. She walked down the short hole to his bedroom to find him still

napping in his bed. She shook her head thinking she must have imagined it then went back to the couch.

When my great grandpa woke up 20 minutes later, she told him about hearing glasses clink in the

kitchen and how she thought that he was up. He just smiled at her and said, oh honey that's just

your mama. She's always moving stuff around in there. That same grandma of mine passed away in 2010.

We were all so heartbroken. She was the matriarch and kept our family together. My mom took it

especially hard as she and my grandma were extremely close. When the news came that she had passed

away, we all met at her house in Denver, Colorado to make arrangements and be together.

My mom woke up extremely early the morning after and couldn't get back to sleep,

so my stepdad asked if she wanted to drive somewhere to watch the sunrise. The only car available

was my grandpa's truck so they took that. I should insert that my grandma was Mexican and my

grandpa was Caucasian. While my grandma loved Mexican music and spoke Spanish fluently, my

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