Everyone has a story of a person they knew who was a little off their rocker. Maybe a next door neighbor, young or old. A person who lived down the
street, who your parents warned you not to bother, who's yard you were dared to go into for 10 seconds and touch the porch. Well I had one of those
while living with my grandparents as a teenager, and she was a wackjob.
My grandfather died when I was young and my grandmother remarried when I was about 9. She moved in with my step grandfather, who had built the center
house in this culd-e-sac in the 60's with his buddies on either side. By the time I moved in to the house as a teen, my grandfather had lived there
for 30 something years. I met the lady in the house to the left several times, learning that her husband was sick and had been in a hospital for some
time in Colorado.
One day I am coming home from school, walking by the garage of our next door neighbor to the left on the way to my own when I hear a sound coming from
the mail slot in the garage door. I stop, hear it again and then hear my name. It is the lady next door, talking through the slot, asking me to come
over. I walk to the mail slot and she sticks out 20 bucks, telling me thank you for getting her groceries. I had not gotten her any groceries, so I
turned it down. She starts cursing, saying Jesus is going to get me for....something. I leave, very confused. A week later I am once again coming home
from school, and find about half a dozen cop cars in the drive way of the...you guessed it, house next door. Coroner van, unmarked, news vans, the
I am really amazed, not hard to do at that age. I rush home and ask my grandmother, who was standing in the yard, what was going on. Here it comes the
finale. A local volunteer who helped the elderly would buy her groceries. The groceries would be left in front of the closed garage door and the
volunteer would be paid through the mail slot. That particular day, the volunteer arrived to find an open garage door. Really curious about the inside
( and strangely why she was always purchasing lots of cans of air freshner) and under the pretense of helping the groceries into the kitchen. She
opened the back door with full hands and carried the bags inside. First she was struck by the odor, like sweet, old meat. Then she noticed the bedroom
door next to the kitchen. It was completely covered in duck tape. All the seems, door jam, where it met the carpet, everywhere. Concerned because she
still had not seen the owner (who was taking a bath and had forgot to close the garage after taking out some trash) she pushed on the door until the
tape broke and rushed inside. What she found gave me nightmares until I was 18 and moved out of that house, moved bedrooms even.
He had died probably 8 months prior to the discovery. She had dressed him, laid him on the bed and sealed the room with ducktape. She put towels into
all the vents and duck taped over them. She taped all the window seams and frames. She also had been taking care of him. She would come in once a week
(she told this to police later) and wipe him down with a wet towel to get all the maggots and other bugs off his flesh. His foot had at some point
rotted off, it was not on the body or property when all this went down. She claimed my grandmother, the lady next door, was the virgin mary, and had
told her to keep his body until he returned to it. The lady that brought her groceries was of course, the devil, sent to take her husband for ever
from her. She screamed in the cop car for at least a half hour out front before they took her away.
I got my few seconds of stupid fame in the local news, saying stupid pimpled teen stuff like "that was so cool" and "really creepy". Never
occurred to me until years later, how close I was to this house and totally oblivious that pure crazy was just right next door. The kind that had just
lost all touch with reality. Just thought I would share a story I have not told anyone in years. Anyone hear of something similar? I would love to