My Grandmother Told the Same Scary Story to Every Neighborhood Kid, Except Me
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What secret does Ethan discover his grandmother has been keeping from him?
In today's story. Ethan discovers that his grandmother has been keeping one very strange secret from him. For years, she's been telling the neighborhood children the same disturbing story whenever he's not around. His friends refuse to talk about it, and his grandmother insists that the story is not meant for him. One afternoon, Ethan hides nearby and decides to listen as she tells the story. When his grandmother realizes what he's done, she looks at him in horror and says, Oh my child, my dear sweet child, what have you done? But before we get into it, if you enjoy scary stories like this, be sure to like and subscribe so you never miss any of our weekly uploads. I lived with my grandmother Mallory from the ages of three to ten.
I don't remember much about my birth parents, although I do recall a room with yellow wallpaper and a crib with flowers painted on its bars. For me, home was always Grandma Mallory's house, a sprawling 70s-era ranch at the end of a suburban cul-de-sac. The hills behind it were covered with forest. And in the street out front, children could be heard playing from three PM until sundown. It didn't bother me that Grandma Mallory couldn't do all the things that my classmates' younger, sprier parents could. What mattered was the clean, orderly home she provided me with, the delicious meals she cooked, and the time she spent with me each day. The neighborhood kids loved and trusted her almost as much as I did.
So I was never at a loss for playmates. The only problem was the secret that they all seemed to share. For years, I didn't even notice the way that After all of us kids had shared a snack of cool watermelon or warm pumpkin pie, Grandma Mallory would send me to do some mundane time-intensive chore. There always seemed to be dishes to wash, leaves to rake, or groceries to put away. And I knew well enough that my aging grandmother couldn't take care of all of those things herself. It was only later. After I was older. that I began to wonder about the timing. One winter, I forgot my gloves when I went outside to shovel the driveway. At first, I couldn't be bothered to go back in for them, but after five minutes my fingers were numb and purple from the coal.
I jammed my shovel into a snow pile and trudged back to the porch, grumbling. By chance, I happened to look through the side light window before I went inside. And what I saw stopped me in my tracks. Grandma Mallory sat in a rocking chair in the center of the living room, surrounded by six of my friends.
How does Ethan first realize the neighborhood kids are hearing a disturbing story?
They leaned in close as she gestured and spoke animatedly. She was telling some sort of story. Feeling hurt and left out, I opened the front door as softly as I could, but Grandma Mallory looked up right away. But that is a tale for another day. she concluded. Then stood and smoothed out her apron. My playmates gazed up at her with something like awe, and I noticed how she locked eyes with each of them in turn, as though reminding them of a promise that they had made. Later, when I asked my friends what they had been up to. Their answers were vague. They all seemed to agree that Grandma Mallory had told them a story. But none of them could provide any details or explain the plot. Most kids would have let it go at that.
But my friend's silence made me even more determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. That was why, the next time my grandmother sent me to fold clothes after our afternoon snack, I didn't go right away. I lingered in the hallway, back pressed against the wall. Listening. The silence was unbelievable. My friends were never so quiet. They whispered and giggled even during the most important exams. What was going on? I strained my ears for the sound of my grandmother's voice. Is everything all right, Ethan? Grandma Mallory was standing right in front of me, even though I hadn't heard her approach. It was as if she knew. I mumbled something about feeling dizzy all of a sudden, then slouched down the hallway to the laundry room.
When I came back 15 minutes later, it was no different from the last time.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What secret does Ethan discover his grandmother has been keeping from him?
0:00–2:49
2
How does Ethan first realize the neighborhood kids are hearing a disturbing story?
2:49–5:29
3
What does Ethan hear when he hides and listens to Grandma Mallory’s tale?
5:29–8:32
4
How does Grandma Mallory react when she catches Ethan eavesdropping?
8:32–11:56
5
Why does Grandma Mallory take Ethan and the family on a midnight road trip to a motel?
11:56–14:47
6
What is the dark legend of Rosaline that Grandma Mallory tells the children?
14:47–17:40
7
What happens during the frantic drive and crash that follows the story?
17:40–19:58
8
What warning does Ethan give listeners about the curse of Rosaline’s story?
19:58–23:44