I did not remember what had happened last night, the events I was a witness to had happened coincidentally that I was sure nobody would have believed me if I had decided to report. A day later, everything was just in order, the trees were not broken, and no civilian was eaten alive. I ran downstairs to find any remnant that could be related to what I had seen, but nothing was found. I laughed out loud that the birds that had sat on the branch fell off it and moved to another one. I did not want to consider the idea that I had been dreaming, because it had looked too real to be an illusion, but even if it had not been a dream, everything came back to normal now so it did not matter. The tranquility of the day just made me curious to know how a completely destruction could be gone in twenty four hours, as I walked towards my bed, the telephone rang. It was midnight; I picked up the phone and held the handset a foot away from my right ear when he started screaming.
"Duillty, please calm down, you will get a tachycardia (a sort of heart disease) again, take a deep breath and tell me what happened! Duillty was my grandpa, he lived about fifty eight yards away from my house. He celebrated his ninety two years three months ago, pretty old to experience drama.
" Billy…, he is here.. (cough) you have to coo..me" the line was disconnected, his voice sounded as if he had swallowed his cigarette. I looked outside through the window to know if it was cold enough to wear the coat my uncle Uley had bought me for Charismas. It was pouring, the branches of the tree scraped against my window, the rain made the road slippery that no vehicle appeared on it. The snow covered most of the objects on the street that I knew it would take me hours to get to my grandpa's house. I put the compass in my bag to find the way back home, some coals for the fireplace to warm his house and went out. My legs were a half way covered by the snow that had spread across the sidewalk. Nobody dared to enjoy the cloudy day but me, every step I took made my house look at least ten steps away, the mist blurred my sight that no place looked familiar to me. After hours of walking blindly, I got to his house. Duillty stood in the doorway waving to me with his walking stick, as I got closer, I noticed traces of blood on his carpet; the door made a scratchy sound as I tried to open it. It was too heavy for me to move, so I pushed my both arms against it and leaned my body on the frame for support, I knew someone had locked the door but I did not know who. I took a stare at my grandpa's pockets to find the key; the wrinkles of his nose accentuated his sad expression.
"What's happened grandpa? Are you okay?" He knew by my response that saying "I am okay" would not convince me to keep my eye off him.
"Nothing Billy, I just miss your father. You are spitting image of him; I used to take care of him when he was a baby, and now his son takes care of me. I am so lucky to have a grandson like you"
BTW, how is my English?
"Duillty, please calm down, you will get a tachycardia (a sort of heart disease) again, take a deep breath and tell me what happened! Duillty was my grandpa, he lived about fifty eight yards away from my house. He celebrated his ninety two years three months ago, pretty old to experience drama.
" Billy…, he is here.. (cough) you have to coo..me" the line was disconnected, his voice sounded as if he had swallowed his cigarette. I looked outside through the window to know if it was cold enough to wear the coat my uncle Uley had bought me for Charismas. It was pouring, the branches of the tree scraped against my window, the rain made the road slippery that no vehicle appeared on it. The snow covered most of the objects on the street that I knew it would take me hours to get to my grandpa's house. I put the compass in my bag to find the way back home, some coals for the fireplace to warm his house and went out. My legs were a half way covered by the snow that had spread across the sidewalk. Nobody dared to enjoy the cloudy day but me, every step I took made my house look at least ten steps away, the mist blurred my sight that no place looked familiar to me. After hours of walking blindly, I got to his house. Duillty stood in the doorway waving to me with his walking stick, as I got closer, I noticed traces of blood on his carpet; the door made a scratchy sound as I tried to open it. It was too heavy for me to move, so I pushed my both arms against it and leaned my body on the frame for support, I knew someone had locked the door but I did not know who. I took a stare at my grandpa's pockets to find the key; the wrinkles of his nose accentuated his sad expression.
"What's happened grandpa? Are you okay?" He knew by my response that saying "I am okay" would not convince me to keep my eye off him.
"Nothing Billy, I just miss your father. You are spitting image of him; I used to take care of him when he was a baby, and now his son takes care of me. I am so lucky to have a grandson like you"
BTW, how is my English?