Grandma's Cookies

Some of my fondest memories come from my Grandmother. When I was Younger my family would visit her house down in florida. This is where she decided to live after my grandfather died. She would would take me to every pond just so I could see a frog or something childish. My family loved her, and she loved us. For a Women with not a hint of italian in her She could cook pasta better than my own mother. But there was nothing quite like her cookies. She would usually hide them from me by putting them in completely ridiculous spots like the freezer or under her bed. I always found them because when dessert came around she gave me a scavenger hunt to find them. Yesterday She called me and My parents over to visit. A chance to go to her house was not something I was going to give up easily. So my parents and I booked a flight to florida. As we arrived at her house I noticed that non of her lights were on and her door was unlocked. My parents were not bothered by this. She was probably just expecting us. I then found a sheet of paper on the floor in the kitchen. It read The Bedroom. This must've been her trying to surprise me with a scavenger hunt. She Wasn't.

I found her hanging from her ceiling fan 8 feet above us. her eyes were gouged out and she was frozen with a smile on her face. under her was a plate of cookies.

They were still warm.