The real story...

The real story...

I, Simrin am a 10 year old, slim, but short girl. I live in an isolated place, with my 70 year old grandmother, and my 71 year old grandfather, my only care takers.

My grandfather and grandmother are misers, though they are very rich and can afford a Lamborghini. They always gave me impossible work.

I only had one small room( the house store room), the size of a dining table. There were many  mice, cockroaches, and other insects sharing my room.The room was dusted once in 2 years, but I am still happy with my life.

They always told me that they could not afford toys and books for me, but I always believed my grandparents.

Our house was dusty and fully covered in webs( and it still is..) .The lawn outside their house  always had so long and dense weeds. From outside our house it looked like a haunted house. "Children try to stay away, but only came when they were dared to do it by somebody"I had once heard my grandparents talking.


My grandfather and grandmother did not let me out. They kept giving me impossible work to do like "Make some slippers out of dust ", but I never  could!!!(except for once when i cheated)

Sometimes I asked them why I could not meet other people, but they always told me that "There is no one else in the world except for us".



One day I was tired of all the work I had done, so I slowly walked to my bed. After such an exhausting day of trials and fails I managed to make a pair of slippers made of mud which I covered with dust so it looks like made of dust.

That night I could not sleep properly, it was 12 but I was still wondering what kind of work I would get tomorrow. Would it be making clothes without thread or making food without ingredients?


While I was lost wondering about tomorrow while living in today I did not realize that my grandparents were talking outside.

"Is it the right time ........ for the feast .....Simrin ...she is ... fat.... cook .....and...."That was all i heard and it caught my attention. Now I tried listening carefully.."YES! It is time now..... Let us cook her now. We have tarried a long while in growing her up.".  I did not dare make any sound so i quietly went and packed all my belongings. I tied a rope on my railing and using that i lowered my belongings. In time I started lowering myself but my door creaked open. "CCRRREEEEAAAAK!!!". It was my grandmother with a cooking knife, astonished to see me off my bed she shrieked."EEEEEEEEAAAAH!"and after that she surprisingly gave out a wicked laugh I had never heard before."HAAAAAAA!!! HHAAAAA!!! So you heard us talking! but do not mind I will cut the rope you are hanging on.".


She advanced towards me in a quite unusual way. It was the way she walked that made her look like she was a completely different person!

I looked down as I left the rope I was clinging on. My heart dropped and I felt dizzy. I fell with a thud and scurried away with all my belongings. It had been a very long and tiring day and I needed all the rest I could get.


I had never gone to the outside world and did not know what lay beyond our garden I ran aimlessly as a huge box of tin on wheels with people in it crashed onto me.

The last thing I saw was the wicked old granny staring down at me from the driver's seat. Her mouth was stained with blood and all the passengers on the bus were dead.