Grandma's Evil Intentions (Extended Cut)

Welcome to True Scary Story. Some of us have great relationships with our grandmothers,
but in this story we'll find out why she's not welcome anymore. My
name is Ed and she is Zadriana. True Scary Story. My story is
about my grandmother. She's my mom's mom. She was a nice grandma,
but she also had the wear sight. She was really into witchcraft, and
growing up, she used to hear with when my parents had to go to
work. She was big on going to witch doctors and doing group hitty young
people. And because she took care of us, she would take us.
So she would take us to these centers is what they would call centros in
Spanish. It would be people's houses. We were told that there's good magic
and there's bad magic, white magic, black magic. My grandma was a
black magic follower. She would go to people that would do bad butter gouty
young people. If you wanted to hurt someone, if you wanted someone to
get out of your way because you wanted their significant other, she would take
us to all these crazy places. She was really into witchcraft. As a
kid, we knew that, but she was still our grandma. We didn't
see her in a bad way. We still loved her. The centers that
she used to take us to were like when you see in a movie you
walk in and there's figures, they have saints or the grim Reaper. They
have altars where they would have candles, food, people's pictures, bowls of
water. Her just crazy stuff, but I already could think of stuff like
you would see in a movie when you go to a witchcraft doctor or witchcraft
person. They had that there. It was scary in the beginning, but
we were raised around that stuff, so it wasn't really nothing to us anymore.
She would take us my mom and dad. They used to get so
upset because they weren't into that stuff like my grandmother was, but because back
then they didn't really have no one to watch us. So it was either
she takes care of us and we're with a trusted family member, or they
have to find someone. And they were always worried that something would happen to
us. In two thousand and two, I was ten years old. We
were already used to her doing her witchcraft. She always said she had a
gift. But between going to witch doctors here and there, she picked up
stuff. I remember like when we were younger, my grandma used to read
cards for other people. She also did little like spells for people. If
you wanted your partner to be nicer to you, she would put their name
in honey. If you wanted somebody to leave, she would get dirt from
the graveyard and spill that dirt wherever that person would step. When I was
ten years old, the first weird stuff happened to me. My grandma tried
to teach me her bruhidispells or magic or whatever you want to call it.
She pulled me into the kitchen. It was just us too. She wanted
to show me how to read cards. She showed me what this card meant,
what this card means, showing me that if these cards come together,
this is what this means, this is what you tell the person. And
it wasn't even that long into her explaining the cards when we heard someone knock
on the door. We kind of just looked at each other and we're like,
oh, somebody's here. My grandma got up, she went to go
check the front door. There was no one at the front door. She
came back. I'm sitting at the table in the kitchen. She's looking around
She's like, somebody else here, and I was like, no, my
parents, love, my brother and my sister weren't there. It was just
us. She came back and sat down. We're looking the Spanish Mexican vadaha
is what they call it, the deck of cards, and she's just continuing
to show me. I'm starting to pick it up a little bit. Then
we hear something fall in our hallway. She gets up and she checks.
She's looking and there's nothing. I can tell. She's a little freaked out,
but she's not saying anything. Continues to try to show me. Five
minutes passed by. She's pulling out her cards. Next thing, we hear
a glass break outside of the kitchen window. We both got up and we're
like, what was that. We both go outside. There's nothing. She
looked at me and she told me, no, that's it. We got
to stop. They don't want me to show you. And I just looked
at her and I'm like, who is they? But I didn't ask her
any questions. I just said, okay. She didn't tell my mom anything.
I didn't tell my mom anything. She never showed me anymore. Her
spirits didn't want me to learn. That's where the first thing started where she
was trying to show me her way of witching. Growing up, she continued
to do her thing. It was normal. She would take care of us,
she would go to these We didn't think anything of it, But as
I got older, I remember she used to also show us little things,
little spells here and there that weren't bad spells. Stuff like if they're picking
on you, put their name on a piece of paper and put it on
the bottom of your shoe and step on it three times and supposed to get
them to stop. Or if someone's being mean to you they won't leave you
alone, you want to put their name in a piece of paper and a
jar of water and freeze their name so you can freeze them so they can
leave you alone. She showed us stuff like that, to stuff where if
your boyfriend's being mean, put his name in honey and that'll sweet hand them
up. I feel like some things did work. I turned out to do
too much stuff like that. Things come back to you. I never did
anything to where I'd wish harm or did bad to people. A little stuff
like, oh my boyfriend's let me put his name and it wouldn't work.
It was crazy, but my boyfriend would be nice to me. We just
had a bad couple of days, and I don't know if it was just
coincidence, but there's no ways coincidence. I did it a couple of times,
and every time it worked. Even now sometimes as an adult, if
I have a supervisor that's being mean to me or won't let me work peacefully,
I just get her name right it and I put it in the fridge
and the fraser in a little bottle cup. They'll leave me alone. It's
crazy how it works, but I did start practicing it. To me,
it was normal, and in my head, I'm like, I'm not doing
harm to people. It's just wanted to leave me alone. I never did
like crazy love spells where I'm like, oh, no, I want this
person. I never did stuff like that. I know my grandma growing up,
she used to also do stuff like there was someone that was living with
us. She said, I don't want that person living with us no more.
It was my uncle's friend who started messing with my sister. My grandma
said, no, this guy got to get out of here. She went
to the graveyard, took dirt from the graveyard. If you take something from
the graveyard, you have to give something back. She would take little vases
of flowers and just plant it or leave it there. She said, never
take from the graveyard if you're not giving that person something back. I remember
that day because she took us with her. She took dirt, put it
into a little bag, and that day we come back. Everything's fine.
She sprinkles it on that person's shoes because, according to her, when they
step on that dirt, it makes them leave. When she sprinkled that on
that person's shoes, my dad happened to put those shoes on. He was
going to get groceries or the mail, or he was checking something outside.
I don't really remember, but he used that person's shoes. It was like
sandals are so sly, something that he just put on real quick. He
ended up putting the shoes on. And it's crazy because my dad ended up
leaving us. He laughed, we were lost. One day, we came
home and my dad was no longer home. His bags were packed. We
didn't see him for three months. My grandma confessed with my mom, Hey,
I think your husband stepped into so and so shoes. The spell backfired
and worked on him. He ended up calling my mom and he's like,
hey, I want to come back. I'm so sorry. I don't know
why I did that. I don't know why I took off like that,
and that was not like him. My mom she forgave him and he came
back, and the guy left on his own. That was that. My
Grandma's like, be very careful with stuff from the graveyard, and I don't
like to mess with the dad. It leaves that alone. I don't like
to go in there. I don't even visit my family that's in there.
I just don't like it. I feel like people can come back with these
words. I'll pray from afar. I miss you, grandpa, but that's
it. I'm not going in there. When I was small, I idolized
her. She's nice, she goes money, she was cool. She would
go against her parents and let us have fun, let us miss days from
school because she used to watch us. But growing up, the older I
got after she showed us those spells, after she did that with my dad,
I just started to get hate towards her. I started to realize that
she was not a good person and realized that she was doing all these bad
spells on people. She used to talk about her stepmom. She used to
make fun of her, call her a goha. I guess it's like when
they're like, are messed up And they used to walk cirok it. That
was only in my teens, and I would see that I'm like my grandma.
She's not a nice person. The more I got to see how she
was, the less and less I started to want to be around her.
She was sick in the head, and I think as I got older,
I started to realize that my grandma was secretly, not so secretly in love
with my dad. She used to tell us I'm your mom, I'm your
mom, he's your dad. And my sister responded back to her, and
she told us call me mom, and my sister said, I'm not calling
you mom, You're not my mom. My grandma slapped her. It was
so weird. She would make sexual comments and my dad would just put his
head down, embarrassed. What is she saying? And after that, I
was like, I just didn't want to be around her. She's nasty.
I would tell my mom, why do you have her here? My mom
is just one of those people. She's one of those saints. You could
treat my mom bad, but she will still be there for you. I'm
like, Mom, kick her out, put her in a nursing home.
She has three other kids, send her away. When my grandpa died,
my grandpa asked my mom, can you please take care of your mom.
Mom took that promise at heart and took care of her to the very last
day. I ended up getting pregnant, moving out of my house, and
I didn't see her as much anymore. I would go visit my mom,
and my mom would come visit me, so I didn't really get to see
her, and just the less and less I didn't want to know nothing about
her. My brother was still living in the house, and my brother would
call me and tell me, Hey, grandma's sick. She's going to the
hospital. You don't want to come see her, And I'm like no,
because she just had this thing. She would say she was sick. Once
the paramedics got there, she would be like laughing it up with the firefighters
and paramedics and squeezing their arms and saying, oh, muscle, you got
big muscles and laughing it up, and we're like, I thought you were
sick. I just always thought that she was just so faked she wants attention.
She did have bad diabetes. She was blind and went I and she
ended up getting both slegs amputated. She was scared me a little bit,
and I just my mom took care of her, and after she had got
sick, I don't know, she still kept her there. My mom wasn't
nasty like her. She ended up passing away in April of twenty twelve.
My mother called me and said again. He said, hey, Grandma's in
the hospital. Grandma's in the hospital. She's dying. She's not feeling good.
Comes to the hospital. I remember that last time. I tell my
brother called me when she's dead, that I'm not going. A couple hours
later, my brother calls me. I said what and he starts laughing and
I started laughing. I said, oh my god, no no way.
He's like, yup. I said she died, yes, And I was
like, oh my god, George. I go to the hospital. There
she is, she's laying there. I fell bad for her. I guess
people are on their deathbed they start apologizing. My grandmother apologized to my mom
and said, I'm sorry I did witchcraft on you, my own daughter.
She had told my mom that she needed pea for somebody to take a drug
test. That's not what happened. She took my mom's pee to some witch
doctor and had her work to where she wouldn't be able to have any more
kids. My grandma was so jealous of my mom that she couldn't stand my
mom getting pregnant by my dad a fourth time. My mom said, who
knows if it's sure or not. She told her, yes, that's what
she did. But my mom never got pregnant after me. My mama and
dad always tried for her fourth kid. I believe it. I don't put
anything past her. At least she admitted it, but doesn't change the fact
that you would do something to your own daughter. I just felt nothing for
her. At the funeral, I didn't cry. That was in April.
Her grandmother seemingly was now gone, but the nightmare was about to begin.
The rest of Adriana's story continues. Right after this stay with us, that
same year, bought my own house. A couple months later, everything was
fine. I was the first owner. It was just me and my son.
We lived here for a couple of years and everything was fine. When
my grandma died, there was a picture frame that she had. It was
a virgin Mary frame, the big one that I really liked before I fell
off with her. I used always tell her, Grandma, I want that,
and I want that. She's always tell me, when I die,
you can have it. That same day, when she was confessing everything,
apologizing to everybody, she told my mom, Hey, that picture frame and
she gave it to me. Oh my god, I feel heavy. My
chest feels heavy talking about her. She gave me the picture frame, but
I never went to go get it. I just didn't have it in my
heart. It wasn't my mom's garage. I don't want it. A couple
of years after my mom, unfortunately she had to downsize her house to a
smaller home. All the stuff that she had in the garage, she's I
got to get this stuff out. The picture frame. We put it in
my garage, and I feel bad not putting it up. It's a nice
frame. I put it up in my living room and everything was fine for
a couple of months. It looks good with the color scheme that I had.
Nothing happened immediately, but a couple months later I just started to feel
weird my house, Like when you get the feeling that somebody's there. My
son would be at school, I'd come home from work, gone my lunch
break. I just felt like somebody standing somewhere in my house. It just
felt so weird. I would even walk into all my rooms, checking under
the beds, look in the closets, checked the windows. That feeling got
so heavy. I just did not feel comfortable in my own house anymore.
Even with all that, I didn't think anything. I didn't put one in
two together about the frame. I put that frame out there. I started
getting all these feelings, and I started having this dream about my grandma.
She didn't have any legs, it was just torso, and she had the
one blinded eye. She had her brown eye, and she had that clearish
blue eye where she couldn't see out. In my dream, I would be
at my mom's mobile home. She had this porch which builled with two boy
fours or whatever, and there's like little cracks so where you can see down
at the bottom. I'm leaving my mom's house, I'm walking on the porch,
and I look down on the porch, I see two red eyes looking
at me from the bottom, and I look every time I moved, it
moves with me. I would run off the porch, off the stairs.
After I run off the stairs from the bottom opening, my Grandma would come
out. It was so scary because it's this torso, this body legless,
just dragging herself with her arms, trying to grab me, and saying,
then, she doesn't look alive, she looks dead. I used to wake
up covered in sweat. I would have to wake up and run to the
light switch. When I had the first dream, it was weird. A
couple weeks past, I have that same dream. Some things are a little
different, but it's the same. Just she's under the porch. I see
her eyes looking at me. As soon as I run, she's dragging her
body to try to get me. I had that dream three times. I
finally told my sister. I was at my mom's house where were jokingly talking
about it. I'm like, oh my god, we're at the porch or
if she's under here. I told my sister. I said, I can't
even sleep anymore. So my sister she's like, oh, come stay with
you a couple of nights, and I said, yeah, you know,
if you don't mind. The first night she stayed here was one of the
first nights I actually got a full eight hours sleep, actually felt good,
and I said, why don't you just stay here? We made it a
thing. The dreams went away. They said, had the feeling that somebody
was here. But I'm like, I'm just being crazy. I'm thinking things
that aren't there. And my sister when she came to live with me,
she was fine until she started feeling the same way. She was at the
house taking a shower and she heard not She thought, I came home from
work and did it come home. She's like, I heard someone calling my
name. I'm going to tell you something, but don't freak out. It
sounded like grandma. We were like, you know, whatever's in this house,
get the f out of this house. We don't want you here.
You're not welcome here. We just heart saying all these things, and we
told my mom about it. My mom mentioned it to one of her best
friends from Texas. She was a medium who used to read cards. But
the difference with her she would tell you, I don't do harm to people.
If you're here, coming because you want me to do something to somebody,
I'm not going to do it. I'm here to read cards, tell
you about your fortune or your destiny. I'm here for stuff like white magic,
got the cleansings. If you feel like you got mom, they all
hold her. My grandma didn't really see eye to eye or didn't care for
each other. My mom mentions to her friend, hey, Adrianna's experiencing these
things. We don't know what's going on. And she actually said, I'll
come down the floor. She came. She brought her two grandkids. There
were the same age as my son. They were playing and everything was fine
for the first couple of days. But she said it. She's no,
something is here, something about She tells me, whatever it is, do
you have of your grandma? She says, you got to get it out.
My mom swears up and down that she never told her about the frame.
She's like, you have something of your grandma's here in this house,
and you got to get it out. I tell her, I said,
the only thing that I have is that frame that's up there. She's like,
get it out, get it out of your house. I tell my
mom, get it out, throw it away. I don't care where it
goes. Put it in the lake in front of the house. I don't
care. If my mom'said, oh, that's your grandma's frame. Let's find
someone to give it to you. My friend so and so want said,
I can make you a hundred bugs. She'll pay for one hundred bucks for
it. I don't care what you do with it, mom, I just
want it out of my house. My mom's friend came, I think with
them two or three days or something and picked it up. My mom's friends
stayed with me for a couple of weeks. She stayed here. You know
all that happened without the first week. The next week she's like, no,
I still don't feel right. She had did the cleansing, she had
did everything, the egg thing for me and my sister. She saved the
house everything. She's like, you still have something of hers here. There's
no way, they said. I had the friend my mom gave me,
and my grandma has never been into my house. She died before I bought
it. She's never been here. I don't have nothing. She's like,
there's something still here of hers in your house. My mom's friend used to
also do seances. My mom used to take us to it. People they
would come, everybody would hold their hands, they would chance and they would
say these things. These spirits would come into my mom's friend's body and her
voice would change from a forty year old woman to like fifty ish old man
and to the boys of little kids. I believed in her. She used
to say things and the seances to people, and people would just like,
oh my god, that's true. Yes. So to this day, I
still believe in it. I believe it was real. So going back to
my mom's friends saying there's still something in this house, she asked me and
she said, is it okay if I have a seance here? I thought
about it for a second. I'm like, I don't want to bring nothing
else into this house. But I was like fine, Sure. She did
the seance and one of the spirits said, there's still something of your grandma's
in this house. Look for it and get it out. He's the one
that told me your grandma wants to reincarnate herself into you. I'm like,
what does that mean? She wants to live again through you. When you
feel her around, she's trying to take over. She wants you to be
her. She wants to be you. They made me open the door yell
and say get out of my house. I don't want you here. You're
not welcome here. You're not gonna take me, pretty much like rebooking her.
I felt silly at the time because they were making me yell and cuss
her. I'll get her out of here. I did it because I believed
and stuff. After they finished the seands, I did feel a little bit
lighter, but I still couldn't put my finger on what is it that my
grandma that I have from her in this house. The week goes by,
my mom's friends like getting ready to leave. They ended up taking off driving
and the lady left and everything was okay. A couple of days after,
I could feel heavy again. I looked through every nook and cranny and pulled
every drawer. I'm going to go through every little crack in my house.
After a couple of days going through some drawers, I found this thing that
I completely forgot that my aunt had gave me my grandmother's other daughter. I
forgot that she gave me this dollar bill that was in the shape of a
heart. After I found it, I remember my aunt giving it to me,
telling me, hey, your grandma wants you to have this. That
was after she had died. I freaking grabbed it put it in my purse
and put it away somewhere else and then look at it again. When I
found it, I got goose slumps because when I turn it around, it's
there's these weird symbols. It seems like another language was written on it.
I called my mom's friend and she's like, get it out of your house.
She put a spell on you, hex or something. Get it out,
burn it, throw it out. It can't be in your house.
That's exactly what we did. But when outside we put that thing on fire.
And when we're booked and said, you know, you're out of my
house, we don't want you to hear the cross. And it was the
craziest thing ever. That was back in like twenty seventeen, when we got
rid of the last thing that I had of her. I don't even have
pictures of her. I don't have nothing of her. Nothing. We got
rid of that, and I have not had that dream. I hope that
me bringing the story up doesn't bring it back. I don't feel as scared
in my house. I don't have that feeling like someone is behind my shoulder
or next to me, or that weird feeling. So whatever it is that
they did and getting that last thing that she had left for me with my
aunt to give. Once I got rid of that. Six years later,
I'm still in the same house. I don't have those issues anymore. I
did talk to my family about what was going on. Everybody's a believer of
my dad, my mom, my sister. They know that my grandma was
not a good person. And it's weird to say. No one wants to
die, but she wanted to stay here to keep doing or practice her magic.
She would still want to go see witch doctors and even to her very
last day. My uncle, my aunt, they're her kids and stuff.
They don't want to say that she's a bad person, but everybody that knew
her knows. I just think they just don't want to admit but she was
not a good person. Don't leave just yet. This episode is extended,
so I was able to paste in the rest of our conversation at the very
very end of the story. But I'll say goodbye right here before it automatically
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you soon. She used to take us to these places. My parents were
working night shift. She took me and my brother and my sister. There
was some rancho in Texas, but it was probably like eight o'clock. It
was dark. She said, whatever you guys do, I need you to
guys, just stay in this van and don't pick out the windows. When
I was younger, I said, you taught me not to do something,
and I'm like, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna see what you're talking
about. Why don't you I'm gonna look. I wish that I would have
not looked. My grandma and these other people. They were outside around this
fire. When I go to look, I see the shape of a person
in the fire. Oh my god, that's the devil. And I remember
just closing the curtain, and I was so scared. I started crying.
My sister said I was wrong. I said, I want to go home.
I want to go home. I'm so scared. My sisters, what's
wrong? What did you see? And I said I don't know. I
said, I'm so scared, and I'm getting teary. Eyed, but I'm
like, I don't know, Grandma's with the devil. I don't want to
be here no more. And my sisters, you're crazy. You're crazy,
You're seeing things. No. I know what I saw, and until this
day, I'm thirty one years old, and I know what I saw.
I saw my grandma outside in the middle of a ring. There was a
fire, and there was a ring of people, and there was a man
standing in that fire. It was the shape of a man. If it's
a man in fire, that's the devil. I never said anything to my
parents my grandma died the way she died, because everybody pays for what they
do. If you do bad to others, I feel bad comes to me
and my parents. We talk about it, not so much now because it's
been years that she's passed, but we used to talk about she ended up
the way she was because of the way that she was. She used to
always talk about her stepmom's foot. Oh that lady walks out crooked and walks
out stupid and go ah this and goha that and just real nasty. And
look who ended up having the issue. First she had lost the one leg,
and now who's the goha walking crooked because she doesn't have the leg and
using the prosthetic, then she lost the second leg. I remember one time
her and my uncle were talking about this guy named Ray. He was some
witch doctor and my grandma asked him to do something for her. He didn't
deliver the way that she wanted. She decided not to pay this guy named
Ray, and Ray was not a good person. He did black magic,
did something, He did all the other stuff because my grandma decided not to
pay that he did something on her. Supposedly, he's the one that has
something to do with her losing her eye. That was a rumor. We
don't know how true that is. It could be a coincidence that her diabetes
doctor sates her diabetes. But rumor was that I Ray took one of her
eyes. I don't go visit her grave. We don't see her name at
my house. I don't have pictures of her. I did have a picture
that my mom tried to give me. I cut her out because it had
my grandpa. We even think that my grandma poisoned my grandpa. Turned out
that my grandpa was cheating on her and she found out. I was younger,
so I don't know the whole story, but my parents believe it.
Friends of our family believe that my grandma poisoned my grandpa. I don't put
it past her. I don't even think my mom goes and visits the grave
anymore. It's only a couple miles from my house, but I won't go
over there. She ever did sitanic stuff. I never got to see anything.
I've never really told anybody my story. I just feel like I was
just always so scared that I brought her up. What is saith that she
comes back? But honestly, deep down, I feel like she is dead.
She's gone, She's not coming back. She's not welcomed at my house.
Even if I talk about her. I just feel like I also have
this not a gift, but something like no, that's it, You're done,
You're not coming back here. I just don't like to dabble and that
stuff. I don't want to do anything bad people. I don't want pru
host to know who I am, which is scared me too. One time
we were at her house, it was like eight o'clock at night. She
could hear something making a noise. My brother heard it, and we were
leaving. My grandma's how's it's dark? And she used to live in front
of all these pine trees. And we heard something make this noise, and
my brother he repeated the noise, and my grandma got so mad. Don't
do that. Don't do that. You're gonna make it come down. That's
a witch. That's a witch. No longer me is, because you're gonna
make it come down. My brother got so scary. We got in the
car real quick. We all got freaked out. And before we left,
we saw this big old bird. We didn't know it was an owl or
what the heck it was, but it was big. And my grandma's,
no, no, y'all need to go. I'm going inside. She's like,
y'all need to go home. That's not a bird. I didn't see
it. I saw because it was dark and it wasn't like white, but
it was a big old shape. We saw it fly out of the out
of the tree. I don't even know how to describe it, but it
was big. It was not a bird. She just said, no,
no, that's how that cho said. That says a which y'all need to
go, and we left. I remember one time that we were coming home.
We were driving from my aunt's house. It was slate. It was
around midnight. We were driving off the Lonely road and my aunt, she
was driving really fast out of nowhere. This is what we would consider the
choose because it was like an actual like an owl. It was white,
but it was big, and this bird just came down from the trees landed
on the middle of the road, on the lane that we were on.
My aunt had to swerve. The bird just landed on the floor. It
was looking the other direction, and it flipped its neck and its head and
it looked at us. And you would think when a car is starting to
come up to an animal, the animal is gonna either take off so it
doesn't get hit. That bird stayed right there. It stayed right there.
My aunt had to swerve out the way. We almost got into a car
accident. When we looked back, there's something there. I learned that at
a young age I did not want them to do with her. She was
not a good person. I don't miss her. I don't miss her.
I believe in like Witchcraft, I believe in everything. I believe there's a
heaven. I believe there's a hell. I believe that there's good and there's
bad. Magic. I try not to do too much into the stuff just
because I wouldn't do anything bad to anybody. One that's just not who I
am. And two, I really do believe that what you do two people
comes back to you ten times, one hundred times worse