He killed me:

On April 1st, my grandmother She is 86. I wake up at 10 a.m. and start calling her. does not respond. The interruption lasted 4 hours. Then I decided to go to her, anticipating the worst. I come and open the door. I see a trunk in the hallway, and the feet climbing across the corner.
I think "all fucking fucking" I approach, and here the grandmother, as she ever did, jumps up from the first of April and shoots me with a balloon with a face paint in my mouth.