My mom was in the hospital, so Dad and I went to grab her things. We were just going through the list, nothing unusual, until I opened the safe for her jewelry box.
That’s when I saw it – a note that said, “DON’T SHOW LUCY.” The thing is… I’m Lucy!
And beneath the note was an old VHS tape. My heart raced as I grabbed it, making sure no one was around.
I couldn’t resist! I slid the tape into the VCR, and as the screen flickered to life. What I saw gave me chills…
It was buried at the bottom of a cardboard box in my grandmother’s attic, nestled between stacks of yellowed newspapers and old Christmas ornaments. The note taped to it was written in shaky handwriting: “Watch this when you’re ready.”
Ready for what? I had no idea. But I dusted off the tape, took it downstairs, and dug out my dad’s old VCR from the garage. It took some fiddling, but eventually, the TV flickered, and the tape started to play.
At first, the screen was black. Then, a familiar face appeared.
It was my grandfather.
He had passed away years ago. Seeing him again—his warm, wrinkled face, his easy smile—made my breath catch in my throat. He sat in his favorite chair, the one that still sat by the fireplace, and looked straight into the camera.
