I lived in a blue house on a street with nothing else on it but a short yellow house were my grandparents lived. I was in the yellow house with my grandparents but something was wrong. It was silent and still.
My grandma was standing but facing away from me. My grandpa was sitting down at a work desk.
He smiled at me then he took my phone. He gave it to my grandma who was still not facing me. After a few moments my grandpa handed my phone back to me. I looked at my phone surprised to see a letter on a document. All I read was " My dearest Makena" when my grandpa took the phone again to show me how to get to the document. " Go to important things. Then go to documents then your there." He told me.
After that he told me to go home. I ran home as fast as I could. Once I got there I walked up to my parents and said " There is something wrong with grandma and grandpa." When they heard that we all ran up to the house. No lights, no cars, no people. Broken windows and blood on the floor and a rope one the desk.
There were no body's but there were lots of blood. We all started crying like no one before. I was going to check my phone for the document but I couldn't find my phone anywhere.
