The Grove- Going Through my Dad’s Will

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May 25th 2015- Going through Dad’s Will

Yesterday was pretty uneventful, snore worthy I think. However, I think that probably was for the best because of the nightmare I had the other night really hit me hard. Come to think of it I don’t think anyone slept well the night before, not even Josh. I’ve had a bit of trouble sleeping since then, but no nightmares, thank god. Anyway, Josh, Steve, and I really didn’t do much. We sat around and talked, watched Netflix for a few hours, and ordered Chinese food for dinner.

The next day we started to dive into Dad’s stuff, which I believe from the deepest parts of my soul was extremely excruciating for everyone in the room…. Dad’s room. His room had changed a lot when I left. It really looked off… I can’t really explain it. There were papers and other random books and paraphernillia scattered all over the place. There were piles of clothes sitting in random areas in the room and a very old and stale cup of coffee on the desk with a fly buzzing around it. To me I felt as though I was walking right on my father’s corpse and intruding in some sort of way. The room smelled horrible for some odd reason, like mildew, moldy meat, putrid mud, and dust. A loud clash of thunder cracked through the air, making all of us jump and then a heavy downpour engulfed the home. Steve and Josh both looked at me with slight concern.

“Hey, sis you really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Steve and I can look through the will if you’d like. Besides, there’s still a lot of other stuff that needs to be done-“

“No, no don’t be silly! I’m fine, I swear! I can get through this Josh.” I interrupted Josh hastily for I didn’t want to let him down for not having the guts to do my part. “I’m sorry.” I muttered as I crossed my arms.

“Are you sure sweetheart?” Steve asked while gently putting his arm around my shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m positive! I want to help out as much as I can. Please let me help. I promise I’ll let you two know when I need a break ok?” I assured Josh and Steve that I would be ok, even though I didn’t know it myself. They both said ok and nodded. We both took out a large file in his filing cabinet in his closet, took it to the large desk in his study, and starting to go through it. 

My Dad might have been a very laid back man, but the thing is he always kept everything neat and tidy. Laundry, dishes, Tupperware, clothes hangers, papers, even our food pantry was intricately organized. Anyway, reading through Dad’s will just had very basic stuff in it, at least from what I could see. Everything from the first five or so pages seemed to be pretty basic… then his writing just seemed so garbled after that. He had a plan set on where his assests would go and whom they would be awarded to; everything from his bank account balance, his investments, his furniture, car, home, etc. He also had everything laid out on how he wanted his funeral and burial to be laid out for the most part… then the rest of the text had scribbles, text that was lined through, massive paragraphs with typos and chicken scratch… what got me was the various drips of what appeared to be coffee on the paper, no not just that, but there was also drips of blood as well. All three of us just looked back at one another in confusion. 

“Josh?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He sounded hesitant to answer my question.

“Have you shown this to the attourney yet?”

“Nope…” He gulped.

“Josh, I really think we sho-“

“Ok, I-I-I have a confession to make to you guys!” He stood up and put his hands up when he announced this. “I have not been in this room until now. Here’s the thing I really didn’t want to tell you Jo. Before Dad died, he really began to lose it. He would often barricade himself in here for days on end and would never let anyone in, not even me. I came by every once in a while to give him food and his medications, then he’d open the door slightly, yank it out of my hands then slam the door in front of my face. He wouldn’t talk to me or look at me… I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t find Dad in here when he passed. He was in the shower and he collapsed, I swear!” Josh put his hands up to his face and broke down. I immediately hugged him and sat him down while Steve closed the file and pushed it to the side. 

“I believe you Josh, it’s going to be ok, I promise! We are in this together. I think it would be best maybe if we try to have another set of eyes or two on this so we can figure this out.” I said while comforting Josh. I had never, ever seen him cry like that before. Not even when mom passed away. So with that, we called and made an appointment to see the attourney to help us decipher through the garbled will. God help me, Josh, and Steve through this… All I can hear when I sleep now is the rain that heavily impails the windows…

Joey


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Who decided that this was a good idea: Encourage Joey to tell the Story

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Something about this whole thing of Joey made me feel uneasy, but I really couldn’t put a finger on what it was. So, I decided to ignore it and allow Joey to tell everyone his ‘spooky campfire tales’ despite the way I was feeling. I didn’t want to let down or upset the whole backseat, and we weren’t too far away from home so eh, why not?

“Go ahead Joey, tell us some spooky campfire stories.” I nodded with a smirk. The whole backseat abruptly cheered then went into a deep silence.

“Hey, do any of you guys have a spare flashlight on you? I want to add a bit of atmosphere to the tantalizing tale I wish to share with you all…” Joey asked as he shuffled around his seat.

“Wait, why do you need a flashlight?” I asked nervously.

“For an ambient affect.” Joey said sheepishly.

I sighed, knowing in my head that there was no point fighting this at this point. “Hang on dude, I think I might have one here in the glove compartment.” I replied as I unlatched the compartment slowly in front of me.

“Please keep your eyes on the road.” Jen told Joey in a nervous tone.

Sandra turned to Jen and began to say, “Oh will you stop it Jen? Can’t you clearly see that He knows what he’s do-” She was cut off by the sound of a massive pop and a creaking snap… then pitch blackness filled the whole car.

I remember waking up on my side against the passenger side door… oh my god my head felt like it was beaten in by a bed of nails. It just hurt so, so much… I could barely open my eyes. My upper back felt as stiff as a board and the rest of me felt like pulsating sticks of jelly. There was blood all over my face, hands, feet, and side. Despite the pain I somehow was still able to move just fine! I was able to stretch my arms and legs out so I could move around. The car door on my right was slightly jammed, but after a hard push or two it swung right open and I stumbled to my feet onto the uneven forest floor.  It appeared as though the car went off the side of the road crashed against a tree on the far right side of the front bumper. Man, that old rotting tree must have been mere inches away from crushing me to death. Thank god it fell and snapped to the left, missing the entire car rather than the right. In my initial position with my head and neck being pinned down, I couldn’t really see if any of my friends were still in the car. After hopping out of the car I went ahead and looked through the windows and saw them slowly start to come out whatever daze they were in when we hit the car… or so I thought it was them.

Something started to feel… off. One moment I saw the grey silhouettes of my friends, and then they disappeared out of thin air. It was no longer night-time… I think? It was so hard to tell what time of day or night it was because there was this thick fog that engulfed everything in its track. I could barely see anything that was in front of me. I didn’t know where I was, where my friends were, what had happened, I felt a jolt of ice and needles shoot up my spine and into my head. I was starting to hyperventilate and I could feel my pulse rapidly thumping through the temples of my head and in my arms, legs, and chest. I was absolutely petrified with fear. I couldn’t move or do anything, I felt frozen. It was just pure silence; quiet enough where I couldn’t hear my own pulse thumping in my temples.

Then that silence was broken with the most heart wrenching scream I have ever heard in my life. It sounded like Joey. Then I could hear screams all around me… they were my friends! Jen, Jeff, Nick, Sandra… all of them screaming for help, looking for each other, calling out each other’s names… my name was shortly therafter called out too, but I didn’t know where to go! I could hear all kinds of foot steps around me, the non-stop crunching of twigs and leaves… I pulled out my phone and saw it only had a minor crack in it, but it worked just fine! I don’t know if I was the luckiest or unluckiest person alive. I flipped on the flashlight app with my phone and tried to look around, but it was to no avail for it didn’t provide any kind of clarity through the fog. I realized that running around would be quite foolish of me to do for I knew I could get lost… I only had a few options floating through my head…

Call emergency services

or 

Call out to friends to try to lure them back to the car

or

Start from the very beginning


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