My Paranormal Experience

Chapter 4- Stolen Car

I was 5 at the time.
I still lived in Dominican Republic,
Also known as the D.R.

It was late at night and my mom had just gotten back from work.

She parks her car beside the apartment we were living in.

She comes up the stairs,
Because the elevator was broken.

She had to climb 17 flights of stairs.
It was tiring I should know because of the amount of times I has climbed it myself.

My mom finally reaches our floor.
She opens the door with her keys.

I tell her good night and I head off to bed.

My mom locks the door and goes to her room, where she put the car key's in.

Then she heads off to bed.

The next day...

I wake up and I get ready for school,
I go and eat my breakfast that my Nana had made.

I didn't really think of her as my servant. She was more like a big sister to me.

Then I wait for my mom to get ready to drive to school.

It takes my mom about 15 minutes to get ready.

So I knew I would be waiting for a while.

Finally my mom is ready so we head off to school.

We go down the 17 flights off stairs and head out the door.

We then go to the side were my mom had parked her car.

As we arrive to the side of the apartment we see that my mom's car was gone.

My mom freaks out, because inside the car was $200, Her cellphone that she had left their that night with all of her information.

Also, it had lots of papers from her work place.

So she was pretty much really upset.

I hate when people steal stuff like.
Why come on! That's not OK.

We had to walk to school, I guess that was the good thing.

I found it a good thing cause after school I went to my friends house.

His name was Sebastian. He was the best of the best of friends anyone could have had.

Once I am done playing with him. I head on home.

A few years later...

( yes I know I skipped a lot )

I was 11 or 12 so around 2013-2014.
My mom's car was found.

We were no longer in D.R.
So we had no value with the car anymore.

But the neat and clean car we had.
Had the smell of smoke all over the place.

Stains on the car seats. Food and clothes everywhere. And a broken car tire.

So we didn't want it anyways.
My Grandma found the car.

We told her she could have it if she wanted.

My grandma fixed it up like if it was a brand new car.

Then sold the car of to a family who wanted the car for there family.

I know this was short but there wasn't a lot to say..