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\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
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\chapter{Grandma}
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All she did was sit in that chair. She was my grandma. Grandma
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Packard. She was the old hag of her town. Everyone hated her and
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everyone was hated by her. She never left her house and I guess she
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never left that damn chair. I was fifteen when it happened and I hadn't
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seen her out of that old rocking chair my entire life. The chair was old
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and rickedy and creaked when it rocked. I'd think that the creaking of
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that chair would drive her insane! She hated me dearly. She never showed
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any love or affection to me, but to all the other children she did. That
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was the reason I hated her so much. She never had time for me. All she
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could do was drool and sit in the rocking chair. Yes, I hated her. Right
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to my soul. I had such an incapacity for her. I hated her at a higher
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level every time I saw her. It just kept rising. She was at least ninety
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something. I really didn't care to know anything about her. She shared
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her love with no one but her grandchildren---with me the exception.
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I was glad when she died. She never left that chair---she even died in
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it. It was pitiful. Her weak heart had finally given up.
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We inherited the house, and we had to make major repairs and we had to
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have major cleaning sprees, but I could finally be free of her evil
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sneer that shook me with uncontrollable fear. How I hated her.
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I had to have that room. Not by choice believe me. The room she had
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rocked her heart to death in. I quivered at the thought of living in it,
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but I had to since my little sister and brother were afraid of it.
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It was the first night to sleep in it: the room. I had my covers totally
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concealing my body---a habit I had developed in my days as a toddler. The
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moon was unusually bright and the light showed through the thin blanket
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because I had placed my bed by the window. I soon fell asleep.
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I opened my eyes. I thought I heard footsteps in my room. Was it mother?
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I saw the shape of a woman pass through the moonlight interrupting the
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flow onto my blanket. Sweat broke out from my back and fear swelled
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inside my stomach. I wanted to scream for help, but I was too terrified.
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``Eddie Packard, why did you hate me?'' asked a woman's voice in a
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taunting tone.
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I was too horrified to answer. I heard a thud that sounded like the
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woman was placing something on the floor. I gritted my teeth with total,
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terrible anxiety.
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``I know you're under there, Eddie,'' the voice crackled.
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I could not move. My heart beat so loud the woman must have heard it.
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From right next to the bed, I heard the familiar creaking of Granny
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Packard's rocking chair. She was going to drive me insane.
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