Mr.Grant`s point of view!
If you are reading this, just for you to know, I have a pet his called Alex.
Now continuing……. I, Mr.Grant, lived on, St.Fred street, my house was number 13, people think that is the unlucky number, well it wasn’t but after what I’m going to tell you, yeah, it IS a unlucky number.
Well… It all started like this, I was coming back home and something really weird happened. Well as I was saying, it seemed like a ordinary day, well it was until I got home, I was on my way home when I got a call from my wife saying that something really creepy happened, she said something had popped out of the rug, at that moment I thought she had drank a LOT, but when I got home….. I saw, she DIDN’T! It was actually, true, something really weird had popped out under the rug!!!!!! Neither her nor I were brave enough to pull the rug up and see what was there, so we immediately called the police.
When we got back home with the police, that creepy thing had disappeared! When we told the police, what had happened they already thought we were crazy and when the thing wasn't there they were sure we were crazy.
The police left our house. I took a shower, and laid down, I wanted to sleep, and see if it was just my imagination, or because people always told us that our house had the unlucky number, and we created that on our heads. But…….. two weeks and it happened again, then two weeks past and happened again, then again then again then again, it was like that for TWO months, we were tired of it, we just made our bags and went live with a cousin I have near my house.
When we got there we noticed something was missing. Yeah, of course, Alex; Alex was missing!! We went back to creepy house, got Alex and went back. We wanted to stay the farther we could of that house, to make sure that creepy thing didn`t follow us. When we got there we thought….. uhmmm……. was the Alex the creepy thing?......