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Grandma and the Horror on North Thirteenth Street
Grandma and the Horror on North Thirteenth Street
Grandma and the Horror on North Thirteenth Street
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Grandma and the Horror on North Thirteenth Street

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Read the intriguing story about a college student that gets caught in a possessed rooming house filled with eccentric guests, ghosts, and murder.

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Release dateApr 18, 2010
ISBN9781476056678
Grandma and the Horror on North Thirteenth Street
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Thomas Rengstorff

Thomas Rengstorff, author and a long time resident of Los Angeles has written horror for many years. Mr. Rengstorff says, "When I get an idea for a story, it won't let me alone. It follows me. It haunts me. It possesses me until finally the obsession to write the story overtakes my good senses and I ultimately put pen to paper and exercise the demon. Thus I write and I am finally free--until the next demon comes." Latest books: 1. Grandma and the Horror on North Thirteenth Street. 2. Tommy's Oblong Box 3. The Death-Birth Ritual.

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    Grandma and the Horror on North Thirteenth Street - Thomas Rengstorff

    GRANDMA AND THE

    HORROR ON NORTH THIRTEENTH STREET

    by

    Thomas Rengstorff

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    "Are the doors locked?

    Are the windows blocked?

    Even going out for food she now avoids.

    "Are the doors locked?

    Are the windows blocked?

    More security than London’s Lloyds."

    — From a song called Grandma’s Horror

    Are the Doors Locked? Are the Windows Blocked?

    "Are the doors all locked. And I do mean all the doors. Have you boys latched all the windows in your rooms? Grandma called out from the living room. I saw on TV there’s been another murder here in San Jose. It’s just terrible. And don't forget to block them with the window shades. We don’t want no one seeing inside."

    I heard her voice plainly from my room, from behind it’s closed and locked heavy oak door. I figured I had better go out to talk to her since she was a bit hard of hearing. That woman was the most intrusive woman I had ever met. And God it smelled bad in the house; like rotting garbage, probably from the windows never being opened. If the rent wasn’t so cheap, I would have moved out long ago.

    I unlocked my bedroom door and entered the living room. The TV was blaring. It was five pm and the evening news was on. Some fire had broken out somewhere in San Francisco. Scores of people had died. Grandma seemed to be quite troubled by it. Bill, the other roommate was standing there with a big smile on his face and a bottle of Miller beer in his hand.

    You boys aren’t going out tonight? Are ya? she intoned weakly in her South Carolina drawl. Tom, she continued, you aren’t planning to go out somewhere tonight, are ya? And you Willum . . .

    Oh, no Grandma. I’m staying right here with Tom. Right Tom? he answered quickly knowing that he’d be gone in just a few minutes.

    "Oh, yeah, Grandma, right here. We wouldn’t leave you alone," I said with a wink only Bill could see which let him know that I was on my way out too.

    "Well that’s good. It’s all because of this eye. You see it’s my eye. Ever since it’s gone blind, well, I just can’t see so good anymore. You boys are my very good friends, aren’t you?" she asked.

    Grandma made some sweet potato pie for us Tom. Didn’t you, Grandma? Bill added in a mocking voice in an unsuccessful attempt to distract or perhaps to taunt her.

    "No, not yet

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