#WritcoStoryChallenge
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Only time would tell, she leaned in closer with piercing eyes, with every racing heartbeat, she struggled to catch her breathe.
Uncertain about what she saw, she takes a step back and screams.
She buried her Grandmother just last year. How could it be?
All of a sudden there was a hostile knock at the door.
Her heart starting racing once again, her breathing got uncontrollably heavy.
She found herself waking up with her or who she thought was her grandmother standing over her.
Before she had a chance to say a word, the older lady said let me explain, she came to find the last of her living relatives, she had searched for her since her sister had died, since the young girls' mother had died giving birth. The Grandmother raised her.
Her Grandmother left her a Will with things belonging to her Mother and herself.
"Little did she know her Grandmother had a twin sister."
She was able to find closer about herself, and her mother and move forward realizing that she was not the last of her Family.