Story

What to fear but fear its self? She thought this was stupid as she stood at the side of the stairs preparing herself to continue what seemed like the longest trip to the basement she had ever had. Grandma had simply told her to go get the meat out of the freezer. She did not eat meat anyway, why was she having to go fetch it. She wasn't sure why she was scared. Actually she was sure. She new exactly how her father died, she had seen him do it. She used to live with her Grandma. It was her Dad, her grandma, and the dog. At least until there was no more Dad; she had lived with the three of them. Now she simply visited the crazy lady. She liked it more this way. She like it because it kept her away from those memories. She carried a lot of bad memories from this house.
"Janie come on already" she heard Grandma getting impatient.
"I am coming" Janie replied.
So Janie cleared all that mush out of her mind and continued down the stairs like nothing followed her, like nothing haunted her. She found the pork tenderloin and ran up the stairs.
"I am inviting Earl to come over to join us. You know he is so fond of you"
I knew only too well Earl was "fond" of me. For years I wished he had not been. I hope now the childish charm I was once had was now all rubbed off.
I heard Earl's booming voice "Howdie girls" He walked in like he owned the place and I guess in a way he did. I wondered if a person owned the inhabitants of a place did that mean they owned the place too?