The Shed by Anonymous
We lived with our grandfather. He had a little storage shed at the back of his property where he kept very old things, it was like a tiny little house. It had a stove, old wedding clothes, children's toys from a long time ago. It was full of family memories. Every single day, my brother would go to that shed. He always said there was a woman who lived inside. According to him, this woman was good. She lived together with two other beings, like three of them. But the one my brother kept visiting was different from the other two. He described her as a very tall, very thin woman covered in black hair, with red eyes , while the other two were reddish, and they treated her badly because she was different. Now, I want to make clear: my brother was extremely timid. He was scared of everything, the dark, horror movies, going out at night. But every single morning before kindergarten, he would go to that shed to say hello to her. He said she was always crying. He'd bring her flowers he...