Hi, as you don't know me my name is Jenson and I am only 7 years old nice to meet you by the way, my favourite things are basketball as it's very sporty and active it helps me balance out all of the food I eat, I love to sing and dance, my brother told me I will be a star one day as I love and want to become like Rag 'n" bone.
Anyways that's enough talk about me. The story I'm going to tell you started a few years back before I was born, my granddad told me this true story about what has happened to his brother. It was past 11 o'clock don't know what he was doing out at that time anyway, he was stumbling home like he was high on beer. He was falling and crashing and tumbling down to his knees until he saw a figure he thought it was is imagination as he could no longer see it has he stood up. He managed to arrive home looking like an absolute mess my granddad chuckled "if you would have seen him you would have laughed until you started to hurt" that part got to me I started to laugh and couldn't hold it on as I saw me granddad laugh it sounded weird but I loved that he was laughing and smiling he never real does smile.
My granddad is 55 and he is suffering with something called dementia I don't understand what it means but I hope it isn't as bad as I think, I loved him from day one he loves to take care of me and also he is active most of the time he loves playing basketball with me even though he wins but still let's me win. He shows me new tricks and is an awesome granddad I couldn't have wished for a better granddad in my life. There was more than one incident with me granddad's brother has he drinks a lot but what for? I don't know, but in reality he seems a nice brother like mine, as the story gets bigger the problems seem to increase.
My granddad's brother was a tall and skinny person I have never met him as of what did happen to him, it made me cry and not wanting to know more of the story but then I calmed down and wanted to know more.
Sadly my granddad didn't have time to tell me the story in full as we had to go and leave him to sleep but I did visit nearly everyday as he makes me a happy kid and I love his stories real or not they are really good. The next time I visited he was very sad and I didn't like it so I sat down and cuddles up to him listening to his heart go baboon over and over again it was relaxing me, after I gave me granddad a big cuddle he cheered up and asked if I would like to hear some ore if the story but I said "no grandpa I want to know if your okay" so we spent the day playing basketball and football I lived it all it was an amazing day thank you grandpa he real made me happier than ever I felt as though I couldn't ever be sad again it was an amazing experience from my grandpa I love him so much I don't what I could do without him, please don't forget me grandpa.
The time was up and I had to leave him alone I wasn't very happy after that I wanted to stay with him for a good while, but I hope I can visit him again. He doesn't seem to be getting better which is really sad I don't understand why it has to be my granddad what has he done wrong at that moment I was breaking down and couldn't stop crying it was so sad. The story must go on he said to me after a while he ended up In hospital with a bad heart, I went and visited to give him some love and flowers as I didn't want to lose him. Everyday he was in hospital I went a visited until the doctors came and told me he can't have anymore visitors as he isn't really well. I wish I could see him then but after a few months he came back out and helped me understand the way he was feeling that made me really sad, but then he continued about the story.
It was around 1 o' clock in the afternoon my grandad geared his brother scream in his bedroom. This part scared me. Has my granddad walked into the room he could see his brother being dragged but where was he getting dragged from? Once he walked upto his brother the dragging stopped and it felt as though my granddad was imagining this as well, it was that bad that I could see it playing in my brain.
Then when me granddad was trying to calm his brother down but he didn't seem to calm down I think he was too scared to even move it started confusing me to what had actually happened. Later that day though my granddad said "he was just acting to get the attention' I don't think anyone believed him. But I believed his brother, anything could happen to anyone so be careful please who ever is reading my book. Around about midnight my granddad's brother was wide awake, he could feel cold and it got colder and colder has he felt like something was edging closer to him. But all of a sudden it vanished into mid air saying very heavy "you will be mine soon Daniel" it sounded like a man trying to make him decide.
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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.
