Short Story: Mountaineer Nursing Home

“You are not my nurse. Get out of here,” her grandfather yelled sitting up in the bed, shaking his fist when she entered his room at the Mountaineer Nursing Home. Ruth wondered if he could recognize or be in a world of his own as his illness progressed destroying his mind.

“Grandpa, it’s me, your granddaughter, Ruth,” she said, feeling terrible that her once brilliant minded Grandfather no longer recognized her, as this often happened.

“Where’s your white uniform?” He asked, his hands shaking. “Are you going to take me home?"

“Grandpa, I’m not your nurse, but your granddaughter, Ruth,” she said, picking up his hand and rubbing the side of his face.

“Oh, honey, it’s you,” he added, and recognized her as his blue eyes sparkled. “I didn’t sleep well, the screams kept me awake when they just kept screaming,” he said, wringing his hands. …show more content…
“I had better not,” he said and continued, “Honey, I never discussed this with anyone. You remember when they hired me as the manager’s at the store in Howardsville. I thought it might help me to me move up the corporate ladder, but no one knows the hell that is in that town. A few months after your grandmother and I moved to Howardsville, I heard screams and saw lights on the mountain. I tried talking to the guys at the diner across the street from the store. They ignored it and kept telling II was getting old. I may be old and can’t remember a thing, but I’m not crazy.”

“Grandpa, I know you’re not crazy. You should have told to me sooner,” Ruth said rubbing his