Who Killed Granny? by Stephanie Villegas
Release date: January 5, 2018
Subgenre: Crime short
About Who Killed Granny?
When Barbara Smythe finds her grandmother unconscious and sprawled out
on the sofa, she suspects foul play. Worried the attacker will come
after her next, Barbara rushes around Los Angeles in a desperate attempt
to find and warn her twin sister of the peril they face. With the
killer hot on her trail, she must race against the clock to discover who
killed Granny and bring them to justice.
Excerpt:
I’d
spent the last hour weaving through L.A. traffic, speeding to
get home. The sun had already started to set and with the
power outages we’d been having, I didn’t want to risk leaving
Granny alone in the dark.
When
I got home, the front door was already unlocked. An eerie
feeling settled in my belly. I didn’t want to assume the
worst, but as I ran inside my mind raced.
I
told myself our nosy neighbor Mrs. Biederhof might have stopped
by earlier and Granny probably forgot to lock it. Or
perhaps I’d forgotten to lock it. Only, it couldn’t have
been that—I distinctly remembered jostling the locked knob to
check before heading to the office this morning. One by one,
I flicked on the lights switches, calling out “Granny?” The
house was silent. My heart began pounding as I continued my
search for her.
I burst into the
parlor and immediately saw her curled up on the couch
with a crocheted afghan pulled up to her neck. With every
step, my dread melted away. I sighed. “You gave me quite
a fright, Granny. I thought something was really wrong.”
Before
I could wake her, the lights went out. I groaned and
softly announced, “I’ll be right back.”
After
lighting the fireplace in the parlor, I felt around in
the dark, shuffling towards the linen closet with outstretched arms.
I
hesitated in the darkness, but found my way without much
difficulty. I’d lived in that house nearly my entire life.
I knew every step and shelf in the home. Though our
budget had shrunk in recent years, every rug, candlestick,
and piece of furniture remained as it had for the last
three decades. To say my grandmother was a creature of
habit would be a gross understatement.
From
the closet beside the staircase, I grabbed a thick wool blanket to keep Granny warm. According to some of the
ladies in the office, there was supposed to be a terrible
storm on its way.
I
stumbled to the kitchen where I lit a small candelabra
off the stove. I fetched a clean glass from the shelf and
turned on the sink. The water glided over my fingers
while I waited for it to run cold.
There were dirty dishes in the sink— not one, but two teacups, saucers, and spoons. With the tap still running, I picked
up one of the cups, turning it over in my hands. Coral
lipstick stained the rim. Someone
had come to visit.
I
filled the glass with water and set the teacup back in
the sink. I told myself that was why the front door had
been unlocked. Granny had had company. It wasn’t unheard
of, but it had been rare for her to invite anyone in,
even before she became so forgetful.
When
I returned to the parlor, I placed the water glass on
the end table beside an open prescription bottle. Granny
wasn’t supposed to take any medicine on her own.
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About Stephanie Villegas:
STEPHANIE VILLEGAS is a ghostwriter and author living in
California. She attended UCSD where she developed a deep interest
in both culture and literature. Her work is currently published at Postcard Shorts, Horror Tree
Magazine, and Amazon. When she isn't watching Film Noir, or
listening to jazz, she blogs about all things fiction at Easy Peasy Fiction. For more information about her upcoming books and giveaways,
follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
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