King Diamond - Phone call 2

"Hello, King." "Who . . . who's this?" "It's your grandmother." ". . . but . . .you're dead . . ." "In a way, yes. Now listen . . . are you still there?" "I . . . I'm still here, Grandma . . . yes . . ." "Come to the old house tonight. There're quite a few people there who'd love to see you . . ." "Stop it! Bitch! It's starting all over again . . . ." To whom it may concern. I am scared to death. 9 years ago they finally let me out, and I was just beginning to feel better. I am not Myself any longer. I guess You could not even recognize My face if You saw Me now. That phone call 2 hours ago has torn Me apart. It was Grandma. She invited Me back to the old house. I do not want to go back, but I must. Maybe You will understand My fear if I tell You what happened during My childhood. 18 years ago I was living with My mother and My sister Missy in Grandma's old house. I had been told that Grandma was away on a long vacation, and that she would soon return. She did. I have later found out that she was actually being released from that same asylum. "She's insane", they said, when she kept on babbling about "THEM". I still cannot make up My mind about who really did separate Grandpa's head from his shoulders. You see, "THEY" were always so nice to Me. Anyway, time is short and I must leave for the old house. So here is what happened 18 years ago. And in case we never see each other again, at least You will know why. I bet we are going to have tea. K.D. 3-12-87