In the Attic

Hunter Brammer sat in the back seat of his parents' car, struggling to stay awake during the two hour car drive. It was summer vacation so the ten year old was going to be staying with his grandparents for a week. He had neck-length blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"How much longer?" Hunter whined.

"Only about half an hour now," his dad responded. His dad had brown hair but the same blue eyes.

"Why don't you just take a nap? It will only fell like a few moments then," his mother responded from the passenger seat as she brushed her long blond hair and adjusting the makeup around her green eyes.

"All right," Hunter replied. He closed his eyes and letting sleep overtake him.

"Come on, darling, wake up now." Hunter was awoken from his sleep from a light pressure on his shoulder gently rocking him from side to side. He walked out of the car and began to stretch his back and legs. Being cooped in a small car for hours was never good for young kids. After a good stretch he took off to his grandparents' front door. He rang the doorbell three times and waited impatiently. Thankfully he didn't have to wait long.

The door swung open to reveal an elderly lady with grey curly hair and green eyes twinkling with experience. "There you are! Come inside and give your old grandmother a hug!" she exclaimed, and Hunter did just that.

"Thanks for watching him for the week, mom," Mr. Brammer said. "He has been excited for this for about two months now."

"Well you guys moved so far away that he simply can't come over whenever he wants. And it's good to see you again, Sara," replied Hunter's grandmother as she sat down on the couch. Hunter sat beside her, followed by his parents.

"The pleasure is all mine, Bonnie," said Mrs. Brammer with a wide smile, showing off a set of white teeth that could light up a dark room.

"Where exactly is dad?" Mr. Brammer asked, draping his arm over his wife's shoulder.

"Oh he is out playing golf with his friends. He is supposed to be back any minute now. But while he is gone, I'm going to need help baking some chocolate chip cookies; any volunteers?" Hunter almost immediately shot his hand into the air.

"I want to help!" he shouted with the kind of enthusiasm that only young kids seemed to be able to muster.

"Alright then, would you two like some coffee?" Bonnie asked turning to face Mr. and Mrs. Brammer.

"I will take some, mom, black please."

"I will take some as well, also black if it possible."

"Got it, two cups of coffees while we," Bonnie pointed at herself and then Hunter, "bake some cookies." She turned to walked into the kitchen with Hunter right by her side.

After about twenty minutes Bonnie, Mr. Brammer, and Mrs. Brammer were all enjoying a nice hot cup of coffee while Hunter sipped on some chocolate milk as the cookies baked in the oven. The peaceful setting was disturbed as the door front door once again sung open, and an elderly man stepping inside. He was balding, with black hair and twinkling blue eyes.

"Hey there everybody!" he shouted.

"Dad, how have you been?" Mr. Brammer asked.

"Hello there, Glen, I hope everything has been fine?" asked Mrs. Brammer.

"Grandpa!" Hunter shouted, running up to hug his grandfather.

"Hey there, kid," said Glen, playfully messing up Hunter's hair. "I've been great." Glen made his way over to join everyone on the couch.

"Well we really better get going," said Mr Brammer, getting to his feet and stretching."It was great seeing you again, mom and dad."

"Yes, it really is getting late and we have a long drive home. It was a pleasure seeing you again," Mrs. Brammer said, standing up and following her husband out the door.

"Why don't you run off and play, Hunter? Me and your old grandfather here have to get these dishes cleaned up," Bonnie said as she made her way to the kitchen carrying a stack of plates.

"Sure!" Hunter exclaimed and ran off to explore the house. The house itself was a decent sized home. It was two stories tall; it had three bathrooms and three bedrooms.

Hunter ran up the stairs and down the hallway, stopping short when he saw a trapdoor leading up to the attic. He stretched and tried to jump, but was unable to reach the string to pull down the stairs. Determined, Hunter searched the upstairs rooms and managed to find a small footstool. Standing on that he was just able to reach the string and pull the stairs out. Looking up all he could see was dust and wood. Hesitantly, he slowly climbed up the creaky, wooden steps. Inside the attic there seemed to be hundreds of boxes. But his eyes were drawn to one box in specific, it was the smallest of the group but it was covered in red tape. He ran over to it and began to pull off the tape. The contents of the box made his jaw drop. It was completely filled with knives and guns. Some of the knives seemed to have something crusted to them but he couldn't tell what it was. Why would grandma and grandpa need these things? He thought to himself.

"I see you found the attic." Hunter turned around to find his grandfather walking towards him.

"Yeah, why do you have all of this stuff?" he asked motioning to the things in the box.

"It was used for our protection many years ago." Most people probably would have questioned why there were so many, but with Hunter being young and hearing this from his grandfather he instantly believed it.

"Protection from what?"

"Years ago, we had an evil man who went around taking the lives of other people. I wanted to have protection, in case he came for me and your grandmother. He killed over a hundred people." Hunter eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at his grandfather's obvious exaggeration.

"What happened to him?"

"Nobody knows. It was believed he was killed in a shoot off with the police, but his body was never shown to the public. There was just a news story on the paper." By this point in the story Bonnie was standing by the stairs rolling her eyes as her husband continued, "I think he is still out there, living a normal life, walking amongst other people. He is probably still unable to resist the urge to kill. I hear he still kidnaps children, brings them into the forest, kills them, and their bodies are never found. The forest is huge and would be nearly impossible to find anyone — Hunter over there!" Glen shouted suddenly and pointed away, causing Hunter to jump slightly and turn around. Hunter screamed as Glen suddenly banged his fist against the attic wall. "Quick, Hunter! You better go to the guest room and build a barricade. I'll hold him off, just let me in when I get there."

Frightened, Hunter gave a nod and ran down the stairs, passed his grandmother and into the guest room.

"You just have to tell that old story don't you?" Bonnie said as she went up to the stair to her husband.

"What can I say? I don't want people forgetting about my past now do I?"

"Yes, you probably should want people forgetting that. You are so lucky you didn't get caught since you killed over a hundred people." Bonnie said a bit sarcastically.

"Alright, so maybe it was more like fifteen. But the best stories, like lies, are supposed to be based on the truth. Not be the entire truth."

"Just go downstairs and make sure that kid isn't having a heart attack," Bonnie said with a sigh.

"Alright, alright." And with that Glen made his way down the stairs to go entertain his grandson.

Author Question: What kind of personality does Mrs. Brammer portray.