Old People Are Scary

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Old People are Scary! Most children live their life free of worries or concerns about the elderly. I was not so fortunate to avoid these anxieties. As a child, visiting my grandmother in the nursing home terrified me. When we pulled up to the building in a chocolate colored Ford LTD, my heart raced like the engine of a dragster awaiting the green light. As the rumble of the LTD came to an end, I began to tremble inside as fear grew like a volcano ready to erupt. My mother grabbed my hand to drag me out of the car, but I held on as if my life depended upon it. The horror of walking among the living dead was so terrifying that I’d rather endure the wrath of my father. The last thing I wanted to do was enter a tomb of depression where those people go to die. As the front doors opened I was nauseated by the pungent smell of urine and human excrement that stung my nose. After entering the doors, I tucked myself behind the itchy wool fabric of my mothers’ skirt trying not to be seen. The old people who lined the lobby looked like zombies with their sunken eyeballs so expressionless and empty. I tried to remember my grandmothers’ face, but every face looked the same; their pale wrinkled sagging skin, and gray hair, messy and un-brushed, all lined up in their wheelchairs awaiting the grim reaper. Their clothes were un-matching and covered with food stains. I heard some of them screaming as if they were fighting someone we were unable to see. Nobody seemed bothered by the endless screaming. As I walked by, veined hands with long witch-like fingernails, jagged and unkempt, would reach out as if they wanted to consume me. I cringed with fear, grasping tighter onto my mother’s skirt, almost knocking her over. As we approached the room, a familiar smell of “Final Net” hairspray brings back memories of grandma before her illness. Each step into the

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