The Home That My Grandmother Owns

My Grandmother passed away at the age of 100 years old. She was a centenarian born in Ireland in 1902. At that Time, it was a British Colony.

Before she moved with her mother to Canada from Ireland and settled in Montreal, she got married at a young age because her mother worked at a factory and lived in Pointe-Saint-Charles, a historically working-class area.

She is married to a Soldier named Xavier, who returned from the First World War when she was 16 years old. Before the two were moved to Northern Quebec and settled in the small town of Trois-Rivières in 1919, when she was 17 years old. She owned a home built in a French Colonial style.

I didn't live in that home, but my mom and my grandmother lived there for over a decade, until the 1960s, when my mom moved to Montreal to study at the Université de Montréal.

It was December of 2002, when I was an English Teacher at the British International Schools in Tokyo, I married a Japanese woman name "Sadako" who was working at the British Council in Tokyo, and I have a son name "Kenzo" who was 7 year old, my son has a telepathic abilities and he can look at the ghost of the people who died similar to Danny Torrance from Stephen King "The Shining" When I finished teaching the student and went back home at the Shoto, while I tried to rest and sit on the sofa and watch some TV, before my wife came to me and give me a phone to me, she said that my mom from Canada call me she was sobbing and said to me.

"Son, your grandmother is dead; she died at 10:00 PM yesterday."

I respond, "What happened?"

My mom responded again, "Tomorrow, you will go to her home in Trois-Rivières, and don't refuse it."

I thanked and put the phone down before Sadako came to her and said, "What happened, Billy?"

I respond that my great-grandmother is dead, and she wants me to go to Canada to go to her home.

Sadako was happy about that because she had never been to Canada. The only country she had been to with me in North America was the US State of Hawaii, and she said that Kenzo would be happy to, because he wanted to eat Poutine, a famous Canadian Dish.

Later that night, we pack our bags to head to Canada tomorrow.

The Next Day, my wife, my son, and I arrived at the Montréal–Trudeau International Airport. It was a snowy winter day. When we exited the airport, my mom got out of her car, while Uncle Ted waited in his red sedan on the left-hand side of the driver's seat. Before my mom hugged me and said, "You're back." Before she took my wife, my son, and me to her red sedan, Uncle Ted started the engine and drove it out of the Montréal–Trudeau International Airport.

When we arrived at my grandmother's home in Trois-Rivières, it was midnight. I woke up early; however, my wife and my son were asleep, so I woke them both up before they woke up. Uncle Ted got out of his Red Sedan to open the trunk and grab our luggage, then I got out and went inside.

When I entered the home, the home was so old, so old that it came from an old period drama series from the BBC, before a man who was being taken care of in this house came from the second floor, his name was Dererk, and he was a First Nations person who came from the Cree Nation.

He said the home before belonged to my great-grandmother, and that the house was built around the 17th century by a group of French settlers who settled in Trois-Rivières. Before he took me to the floor two, he said again that I should sleep in the right room, while Sadako and Kenzo would sleep in the left room, and Derek would sleep in the living room, before he went down from the floor two.

Later, around 2:00 A.M., I was wearing sleepwear and couldn't sleep, so I left my room and went downstairs to find something to eat. When I arrived in the living room, I saw that my son Kenzo was playing with someone. When I look, it's my grandmother, and she seems young, around early 20s, dressed in the 1920s style. When I said to Kenzo, my grandmother looked at me and said, "Billy, you're back."

Before she stood up, and I was shocked, her body was covered in blood. Before I grabbed Kenzo and ran upstairs, I knocked loudly on the left door and said, "Sadako, wake up, we need to leave, now!!" but no one responded.

Before I kicked the door, and after I kicked the door, I found out that my wife, Sadako, was dead, before I smell something, It was a gasoline burn, and I know that this house was on fire, before I ran exit from her room and when to the living room, before I grab Kenzo and drag him out of this hell home, after that, when I and Kenzo exit from the house, we saw the home burning until morning.

Later in the Morning, Kenzo and I went to Derek's home. When I knocked on the door, Derek opened it, and he invited my son and me to enter his home.

Before I went to the living room and sat on the couch, before Derek walked to me and gave me a cup of tea, I said about my grandmother's home, before Derek responded that, in reality, my grandmother was a serial killer, she believed in the god known as "An Bhean Uasal Báis" or in Irish mean The Damsel of Death, she kill her husband by bashing him to death with a hammer, before kidnapped another men, women, and children and kill to sacrifice the An Bhean Uasal Báis.

When she gave birth to my mother, she taught my mother to worship the An Bhean Uasal Báis by capturing a First Nation Woman and killing them, before cannibalizing them. I didn't believe that my grandmother was evil, and when my son and I went back to Tokyo the next day.

I went to a local ramen shop, sat in a chair, ordered the ramen, and later watched the news on TV.

"Alice Tremblay and her younger brother, Theodore Tremblay, were killed in the police shootout. At 9:30 AM local Canadian time, the Police have besieged the cabin at the Quebec-New York Border, then Alice grabbed an AK-47 and started a firefight with the Police before being shot in the head and killed. In contrast, her younger brother killed himself by slitting his throat. When the Police raided the cabin, they were horrified they find the pagan symbol on the wall and a carcass of a dead baby animal on the floor."

I didn't believe that my mom and my uncle believed in a pagan god, and after I finished my ramen and got back home, I found that my son was drawing something on the dining room wall. I walked to my son and said, "What are you drawing on the wall?" and my son responded, "I'm drawing a woman."

When I looked at the painting on the dining room wall, I was shocked because the drawing my son made was the same pagan symbol the police found on the Cabin at the Quebec-New York border.