The Zany Adventure of Grampa and his Billy

PROLOGUE

Many people weren’t sure what the thing was that fell from the sky, that dark and dreary night all those many years ago.

“Many people weren’t sure what the thing was that fell from the sky,” said Grampa, with that lost look in his eyes, remembering a time gone by.

“But you were sure, weren’t you?” asked little Billy.

“Oh yes, quite sure,” replied Grampa. “You see, I was on the thing that fell from the sky,”

Billy laughed. “Oh Grampa, that’s impossible.”

“No Billy,” said Grampa, suddenly serious, and looking right into Billy’s eyes. “I was.”

Billy began to cry. “STOP CRYING,” Grampa yelled to his only grandson. This only made Billy cry harder. Wailing filled the air. Grampa grabbed Billy by the shoulders and shook him. Suddenly, Billy’s mother appeared in the doorway to the bedroom. “Dad! Stop!” she cried, and rushed forward in an attempt to stop Grampa from shaking Billy.

Then Grampa leaped from the bed, like some sort of leaping thing, and landed on the dresser. He perched there on his four limbs and growled. The pupils of his eyes became long and cylindrical, like a cat. A cat named Grampa.

Billy’s mother held him in her arms. “Leave him alone!” she cried to the thing perched on the dresser.

Grampa prepared to pounce. He growled again.

Desperate, Billy’s mother grabbed a model car, one that Billy had built himself, and hurled it at Grampa. It struck him in the face and shattered into a hundred pieces, only making him angrier. “MY CAR,” cried Billy. Tears streamed down his cheeks, in a motion that somewhat resembled a stream.

Grampa readied himself…and then he pounced. “GREAARRRR!!!” he growled, as he flew through the air.

Billy’s mother shoved Billy out of the way, but she could not save herself. Grampa was on her like flies on gomboo. And then he ate her. “NOM,” said Grampa, his fangs dripping with Billy mother blood.

Billy, meanwhile, had taken off down the hall, running. It would be only a matter of time before Grampa had finished eating his mom. He must hurry, and hurry quickly. He rounded the corner and leaped down the stairs. He must survive. He must live.

“Hey son,” said Billy’s dad, meeting him at the landing. “Wanna go play catch son?”

“Not now dad!” said Billy, and he ran past him.

“Aww that’s too bad. I just wanted to play…UWWAAAGGHH!!!” he screamed as Grampa, having leapt from the top stair, landed on him and began tearing off his flesh with his jagged teeth.

Billy threw open the front door and bolted outside. He heard his dad screaming but he could not look back. He could not. He had to keep going. 

And keep going he did.

To be continued in Episode I