waiting.

So I never really talked about this to anyone. Honestly it's something that has been kept to my family as we never really knew what to say or even how to bring it up in any conversation. I guess you'll be the first to hear about it outside of family. Let's take you back to when I was a little boy. The year was 1965. It was July, I remember we had been on a long drive, nearly 8 hours away from our old home. We were going to move into my grandpa Jerry's old cabin. It was nice and secluded. I was about 8 at the time and only remember ever visiting once before then. You see my grandpa was a quiet one and so he never really made an effort to see anybody or go out or even meet new people after grandma passed. But even then he was often a little strange. Most of the time people who lived in the area said he would watch them as they walked by intently as if they were an immediate threat to him and the soil he lived on. Regardless he loved his family and was happy to see us and anybody related. It was saddening to discover that he had gone missing a year prior. Searching the belongings of him in hopes to find any clues maybe to unravel a possible murder or kidnapping, the police turned up on the first night with a will written and signed by him. In the will it stated that we were to get the house if anything were to happen to him. Funny how life works my parents decided to immediately jump at the opportunity and move 8 hours north to the cabin. When arriving we were greeted to the house in what seemed to be good condition and still taken care of. When asked about if anybody took care of the house after the disappearance, the neighbors all but confirmed that anyone had taken care of it. In fact they were unaware of anybody taking care of the property. While this all was strange my parents ended up shrugging it off as in their words would be a "new chance to start over". Whatever that means I decided to start unpacking into what would be my room. On the second floor nearing a storage room that acted as an attic that was right across the hall. We had been told that all of his belongings were left where they were and so the room where I was to be sleeping already had a bed. It was made nicely but I couldn't help as feel as it was made recently, like someone was expecting us. Intrigued at what grandpa left behind, maybe some hidden treasure or old photos or toys, I stumbled over the door to the storage room. Opening it I was greeted to trunks full of old newspapers and trinkets but something caught my eye the instant I opened the door fully. An envelope perfectly laid on the top of a trunk nearing the back of the room. Walking up to it I decided to open it to see what was inside. The curiosity got the better of me and as I pulled out a folded paper I noticed that there was no dust, on anything in the room. After a year you would think that there would have to be dust. Trying to shake off my worries I unfolded the piece of paper and on it read a simple short message: "I'll be waiting for you". Not sure what to think of it and being a bit worried I slipped the paper back into the envelope. And placed it back on the trunk. By then it was nearing night time and I needed to sleep after being in a car for so long. Closing the storage room door I headed off to bed. Falling asleep in a new house was a little difficult but it was a little familiar as I did visit this house prior to moving up. After falling asleep for some time I awoke to the noise of clawing. Almost like the sound of nails running against wood but muffled. Striking my curiosity and somewhat frightened I arose from my bed noticing that the sound was none other but seeping from the storage room. Walking closer I hesitantly reached for the door and began to slowly open in, peeking in. I instantly recognized the sound was coming from the trunk that the letter was laying on. I quietly snuck up to it. Slowly pulling the envelope off and reaching for the handle the sound stopped. I began to open the trunk and what was in it still haunts me to this day. Looking up at me smiling, rotting slowly was my grandpa Jerry. It had appeared he had been dead for a while, slowly decaying. Just as I was about to scream I heard the words "I have been waiting for you".