In which I point fingers and name names

Okay, this has nothing to do with Grandma and Grandpa, but I remembered this story early this morning and I thought I would share it.  I swear it's absolutely true.

One night, when we were older, a group of us were upstairs telling scary stories in Grandma's living room.  I can't remember which cousins were there, but Brenda and Colleen definitely were present.  It was two or three in the morning, so the atmosphere was perfect.  I was sitting on the couch next to Brenda enjoying the chills running up and down my spine.  When suddenly we could hear the sound of claws rapidly click-click-clacking on the plastic covering lining the carpet on the way up the stairs immediately behind us. 

Everyone jumped out of their seats, terrified of whatever was speedily rushing up the stairs from the dark basement at two in the morning.  I think we all made an exclamation of some kind, but Brenda let out the most blood-curdling scream I've ever heard.  Ever.

The beast from the basement turned out to be Jill.  We were laughing in hysterical relief when my dad came bursting out from the guest bedroom furious at the group of us for disturbing his slumber. 

Our group, contrite, sheepishly disbanded and shuffled off to bed.

But, I'll always remember Aunt Brenda screaming blue murder and clutching on to me in terror.

Best memory ever.  Hilarious.