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.
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.
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.