Well, I was about seven I think. I don't remember why exactly, but I followed my grandpa on his evening stroll though our neighbourhood. I hid from him and followed him, which for some reason seemed fun. After it got dark and he was set to return home, I suddenly lost track of him. After frantically searching for him, I thought I saw him going inside an old run-down house nearby, so I happily followed after him. But inside the house I found no one. By then it was pretty dark outside, so I decided to do what I was told to do in case I got lost. Stay put! There was a pretty clean room and bed, so I slept there. In the morning, I peeped outside and saw a neighbour of ours I recognized, I went to her and she kindly brought me back home.
Although by then my home had more people gathered than at thanksgiving. And I got a good spanking from dad and mom afterwards. But to me that was really a nice little adventure, especially when I found out that the house where I spent the night was supposed to be a haunted one.
Although by then my home had more people gathered than at thanksgiving. And I got a good spanking from dad and mom afterwards. But to me that was really a nice little adventure, especially when I found out that the house where I spent the night was supposed to be a haunted one.
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