my creepy stories

my grandparents house

Okay so, I used to spend the night at my grandparents house a lot before my grandma passed away. But this particular event happened when I was 8. So I had woken up early, per the norm, but I heard some sounds from my grandpa's shed, and I saw the out line of a man. I thought nothing of it sents my grandfather is an early riser as well.i walked to the bathroom,crossing the hall from his room. His door was shut, which to you it may not seem that off, but he never shuts it unless he's asleep. I thought nothing of it until I got out of the bathroom. I thought maeby he just shut it by accident, no big deal. I went to open it, just out of OCD. I peered in, and he was still asleep. I was confused, but brushed it off. I went to the room I had over there to play with my toys. I still heard the sounds, and I look threw my nearly clear pink curtains and I saw a man. Out of curiosity I went out side, to see who it was. When I got closer I realized I had never seen this man before. I sleepily asked him what he was doing, and he just said he was fixing my tree house, and ushered me inside. The man was near bald, like my grandfather, but the little but of his hair that was still there was blond, and my granddad's was grey. His eyes were a foggy blue, and his skin was black. My grandpops is white, and he has brown eyes. When I got inside I continued playing until my pop Pete woke up and made breakfast. I mentioned the man and his face went dead white and just said it was just my imagination, and told me to forget about it. I know he was lying. Side note: I never had a tree house...