A funny scary story
Where’s Grandpa!?
477: Anonymous (2007/08/03 01:08:05 ID:6p3ZDHfw0)
There was an elderly couple who had lived together for many years and were very close.
They once made a strange promise to each other:
“If one of us dies first, let’s bury the other in the wall—so neither of us will ever be lonely.”
Some time later, the wife passed away first.
Heartbroken, the old man honored their promise and sealed his wife’s body into the wall.
From then on, every so often, he’d hear her voice calling from inside the wall:
“Grandpa… Grandpa…”
He would always answer gently,
“Yes, yes, Grandpa’s right here.”
One day, however, he had to go out for an errand.
He asked a young man from the village to watch the house while he was gone.
While the young man sat there alone, a voice came from the wall:
“Grandpa… Grandpa…”
At first, he answered as he’d been told.
“Yes, yes, Grandpa’s right here.”
But the voice kept coming, again and again, relentless.
“Grandpa… Grandpa…”
Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and shouted,
“Shut up! Grandpa’s not here!!”
The next instant, the wall split open—
and from it emerged the furious ghost of the old woman, her face twisted into a demonic snarl, screaming:
“WHERE’S GRANDPAAAA!?”
479: Anonymous (2007/08/03 01:08:40 ID:6p3ZDHfw0)
Suddenly, a dazzling spotlight illuminated the old woman bursting out of the wall.
“Where’s GRAAANDPAAA!”
Her voice echoed across the stage.
The crowd went wild—tonight, the legendary grandma was back.
They were about to witness real hip-hop born from the streets.
Authentic rhymes, straight from the grave.
Grandpa appeared beside her, cap tilted sideways, oversized T-shirt hanging loose, hands on the turntables.
He gave Grandma a nod.
Heavy bass rolled from the speakers.
The show was on.
“Now I make my DEBUT! I’m the HAUNTED CREW!
A ghostly view—Granny breakin’ through!
Illegal burial, Grandpa’s criminal!
Callin’ from the wall, my voice subliminal!
(Dooon… doon-doon-doon… kyuwa-kya-kya-kya-kyuwa!)
Pension’s fallin’, medical bills risin’,
Hard to stay sane—mealtime’s surprisin’!
Cold, cold world, I’m still survivin’,
Park golf life, spirit thrivin’!
Where’s GRANDPAAA—old folks’ issue!
Every single day’s so damn real too!
SAY HO! (HO!) SAY HO HO HO HO!!”
Grandpa’s DJ play was on point.
The audience roared with unstoppable energy.
From the old woman’s lips burst a message for a new generation:
Our time has just begun.
And truly—
this was real hip-hop.
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