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My grandfather lay on his deathbed in the Phoenix Hospital. According to both the hospital doctors and OUR own family doctor, he was diagnosed with lung cancer and was nearing the end of his life. I had never been really close with him so I honestly did not know what to do except go to the hospital and pay my respects to him.

After all, he was my grandfather.

We went to the hospital the following day. That was me and my parents and my sister. My dad was angry for some reason. He was so close to his dad and was even wanting him to come stay over. In fact, I think he may have been so upset because during the funeral, he angrily asked people if they knew him.

At the hospital, my family began going through the labyrinth like hospital. I was nervous and a little bit of sad too. We were losing a man so important to us. My grandpa was like the breadwinner of the family. He was rich and was able to support us very well.

Upon reaching his room, we saw him. He was lying on his hospital bed. He looked very weakened and tired. He appeared to have breathing trouble. The aspirator in his mouth did not seem to be doing him any good. He struggled to speak and the nurse had to usher him to relax.

Then, something unexpected happened, he pointed at me.

I was stunned. My grandfather and I never spoke to each other a lot. I did not know why he wanted to talk to me. Was I dreaming? Or was it just pure coincidence?

He took of his aspirator and then said in a droned out voice. “Leave us be.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:2pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#efefef;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">My dad was shocked. For as long as he knew, my grandfather and I never spoke to each other. But he could tell his dad was serious. Even during his last day alive.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:2pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#efefef;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">He was serious though.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:2pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#efefef;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Once my family were ushered out of the room, my grandpa began to speak to me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:2pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#efefef;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“We are alone now my son.” he said. “I need you to listen to me. It is what really happened before my death.”

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">I didn’t know whether to feel shocked or curious. My grandpa was telling us that he had lung cancer. But, I still allowed him to continue.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Many years ago, my wife and I were living in our estate in Virginia. We had a vacation house in the countryside. We went there everyday. I had enjoyed the place. That was because it had almost everything a man could have. A playground, a garden and who knows what the hell stood there.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“We moved into the mansion after a few years. I was happy and was ready to stay there. For the first few days, everything was good.”

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">He paused and took a break from speaking. I could tell he needed his aspirator, but he signaled me not to with a mere gesture and he continued.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I soon became concerned about staying alone in this house. For some reason, every night I went out for a walk in the garden. Every time I looked up at the moon, it was there as it always has been. Grey and misty. I admired it. But one day when I was going around the park, I noticed something about the moon, it was not at all grey, but on the right, there was some kind of black mass moving towards it.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I told my butlers to inform me the next day if they saw anything strange. They said they would, but when I went to call them and ask them what they saw, they were all dead. Their corpses on the ground and they had been slaughtered. They had their heads smashed repeatedly and their organs smacked on the grounds and their legs chewed with saliva on it.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I went outside to call the cops when suddenly, I saw the moon. The black mass was now covering part of the moon and it was shaped like a crescent moon. I panicked and called my wife. I wanted her to get out of this house. There was something bad going on here. I hired some cops to guard her in her room while I checked outside to make sure the idiot doing this struck so I could smash his head.”

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“How come he never showed up?” I asked Grandpa.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t know. He never came. But when I entered the house. I saw a shocking sight. The cops I hired were now all dead. But on their hands was a sort of writing burned into the skins saying:WHERE IS YOUR WIFE NOW?

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I ran into the house to get her, but she was in a bad state. She was crying and pointing at the sky. I looked outside my window. The moon was now partially covered by that black mass. I was desperate now to end that killer. I would NOT spare him at all. I remained awake for many days guarding the house. When I looked at the moon, it was completely gone. I thought it must have been a new moon, but then I realized the terrible truth. The black mass covered it.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Running back into the house, I saw my beloved wife. She was mutilated. Her corpse ripped open to reveal the bones. I ran out of the house. I just wanted to burn this place down and run away and never look back. After that, I suddenly fainted.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“How?” I asked.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t know.” he said. “I just remember seeing this one thing. Two evil eyes. Staring at me and then, a name popped up in my mind. I knew it. QUETZAL.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“From that day on, I did not want anybody to know about what really happened with my wife. And now. My son. I do not want you to tell everyone and anyone about this. They must never know. For the sake of my life.”

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was really shocked now. My grandpa just lay there. Something then popped up in my head.

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Grandpa. What happened to the house.”

<span style="color:rgb(239,239,239);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">But it was too late. The monitor displayed a flatline. <ac_metadata title="I&#039;ve written this creepypasta called Grandpa&#039;s Last Words. If any of you spot something that I can improve on, please let me know.&#10;&#10;Thanks and enjoy the story."> </ac_metadata>