Whatever Happened to Edna? (written by Universal Monk)
The kettle screamed, but Edna hadn’t turned on the stove.
She shuffled down the narrow hallway, slippers scuffing the wood, arthritis biting every joint. The lights flickered. A door slammed upstairs. Then another.
"Quit that racket," she muttered, voice thin but stern.
A low growl rolled through the walls.
"I said stop it!" she snapped.
Silence fell. Then every cabinet in the kitchen burst open at once, plates flying out like startled birds.
“You nasty thing,” she hissed, squaring her shoulders. “I buried you in ’47!”
The hallway mirror cracked.
And from behind her, something whispered, “Now you’re joining me.”
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