Nice to See you Again

There's a knock at the door. As usual, no one is there.

Must be some kind of prank.

The usual assumption, but something's different today.

There's an eerily familiar scent; like the sort of like the cologne my grandfather would wear.

I lie down in bed. It's already nine.

Past my bedtime, I joke to myself.

Getting comfy, I wiggle in the bed a little bit, reveling in the comfort of sleeping alone.

Turning out the bedside lamp, I turn over, and that's when I see it.

My grandfather's corpse is tucked in, staring at me through the darkness.