I was about six years old when this happened, possibly four. Anyway,I was at my Granny and Grandpas house. I was peeling off the wrappers on the crayons at the kitchen. There was a room connected to the kitchen that had a side door. I was peeling the crayons when I heard the side door from the other room open. Nobody was supposed to be there for another hour. So I ran and hid under the table cloth that touched the ground. I was under the table and my uncle Dave and a soldier walk through the kitchen talking.
You are probably like what's so scary about that?
Well, my Uncle Dave died three years before I was born and the soldier died in war. But before the war he lived in my granny and grandpas house.
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