Phone Call 2

"Hello, King."



"Who . . . who's this?"



"It's your grandmother."



". . . but . . .you're dead . . ."



"In a way, yes. Now listen . . . are you still there?"



"I . . . I'm still here, Grandma . . . yes . . ."



"Come to the old house tonight. There're quite a few people there who'd love to see you . . ."





"Stop it! Bitch! It's starting all over again . . . ."



To whom it may concern.



I am scared to death. 9 years ago they finally let me out, and I

was just beginning to feel better. I am not Myself any longer.

I guess You could not even recognize My face if You saw Me now.

That phone call 2 hours ago has torn Me apart. It was Grandma.

She invited Me back to the old house. I do not want to go back,

but I must. Maybe You will understand My fear if I tell

You what happened during My childhood.



18 years ago I was living with My mother and

My sister Missy in Grandma's old house. I had

been told that Grandma was away on a long vacation,

and that she would soon return. She did.



I have later found out that she was actually being released

from that same asylum. "She's insane", they said, when she

kept on babbling about "THEM". I still cannot make up

My mind about who really did separate Grandpa's head

from his shoulders. You see, "THEY" were always so

nice to Me.



Anyway, time is short and I must leave for the old

house. So here is what happened 18 years ago. And

in case we never see each other again, at least You

will know why.



I bet we are going to have tea.



K.D. 3-12-87