It was midnight the same night I kept hearing knocking on my bedroom door and as I got upto check the knocking stop and so I tucked myself in my bed wondering who was at my door could it have been my grandad is the question I kept asking myself and I really do hope it was.
I fell back asleep around half one in the morning, I keep dreaming of what my grandad has told me and it didn't look that bad in my dream but in reality it sounded bad, it's a shame I never got to meet him but life does change and stuff does happen to people but I never knew something like that would happen to him, it was my birthday tomorrow so I kept thinking about that and tried to take my mind off the story that I am getting told. It is hard for me to take my mind of it but I'll just think about what's going to happen on my birthday.
Just has I was abouts to go to sleep I saw and heared y door squeak open until it slammed shut again and there wasn't anyone at the door but at that moment I just thought what if the same spirit that my grandad was telling me about it hope it wasn't but that's how and what's it seemed.
I was shuck up and didn't know what to do I hope it doesn't try to attack me or anything but what if it is in this room I kept thinking and i know I shouldn't be thinking about it but what if it is and it's after me.
For the rest of that night I couldn't sleep, it felt as though something was keeping me awake but I don't know what is there. A few hours past and everything stopped at last I thought I could sleep as I was falling asleep the same tjing happened but it stayed open this time that's when u felt something crawling up my bed it reached three in the morning.
I jumped up and ran to my grandads room screaming for help as I got to his door my grandad woke up and ran towards his door thinking there was something wrong he found me wiping in the corner of the hallway and so I slept with my grandad.
That night I was so shocked and didn't know how to explain what happened to my grandad so I just kept it to myself.
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The death on hollow street.
HorrorA story told by a 7 year old, about tales his grandad has told him about that turn into reality.
