Great Granny Wynn

As you all know by now, my favorite holiday is Halloween. This month is for ghosts and ghouls, thrills and chills. Most people have had events that made them uneasy or slightly freaked out. Myself, I’ve had many. So I decided that I would share each one with you.

(Tomorrow is my day to post on The Writer’s Vineyard so one of my freaky moments is listed there. Check it out: http://thewritersvineyard.com)

My Granny Wynn was a cool woman. She lived in this great old house that was behind the building where her and grandpa had their grocer. I barely remember the store except for the fact that she always gave me a piece of Green Apple bubble gum. (My favorite gum of all time)

I was about 13 at the time the following events occurred.

I had this recurring dream that didn’t make any sense. In my dreams I was running, searching for something. Each night would bring me closer to whatever it was I was in search of. Each night something would stop me from reaching the goal.

One night it was a wall of thorns that blocked my path.
The following night I made it past the wall of thorns only to encounter another obstacle. Then, after this went on for a week I had reached a point where I was almost at the end of my nocturnal journey.

I had overcome the walls and stones, the river and muck only to be grabbed by winged monkeys al a Wizard of Oz.

The next night I past all points and even dodged the monkeys only to fall through a hole in the ground and land in a chair. Merlin was sitting there calmly sipping his tea. He welcomed me and passed me an ornately carved box.

He told me that when I opened the box I would see a picture of a person I dearly loved. When I saw their face they would die so I wasn’t to open it until I was ready. I woke up in a cold sweat. I was afraid to go to sleep after that because each night had led me closer to the final dream.

But I eventually did sleep. I went through all the trials and landed back in Merlin’s house. He pushed the box toward me and asked me if I was ready. I wasn’t sure. He nodded and said it was time.

I opened the box and there inside was a picture of my granny Wynn. I sat up in bed crying as hard as I’ve ever cried before. Just shortly after, the phone rang. It was my grandmother (her daughter) calling to tell us that Granny Wynn had died.

For several years, I thought it was my fault Granny died. If I hadn’t opened that box I wouldn’t have seen her picture and she wouldn’t have died. Of course, as I got older, I realized how silly that was of me to feel that way.