By Beverly WilliamsI have a memory of my grandfather and of listening to the radio in the evening after supper. We listened to the Lone Ranger, the Shadow, and mysteries. This particular evening was a mystery which was quite scary. When the program broke for commercials my grandfather went out to fix the furnace for the night. He turned out the light in the kitchen. We always had lights dimmed in the dining room. There were drapes on the door between the kitchen and dining room and when my grandfather came back he put his face between the drapes and made a laugh that frightened me so that I could not move or talk. My reaction frightened my grandfather and he never tried to frighten me again.
About the Author: Beverly Williams was born in New Haven, Conn., and now lives in Riverdale, NY. She worked as a licensed practical nurse for 33 years. Her hobbies are crocheting and reading. Her daughter lives nearby in the Bronx.
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