Camille and the Old Man
One night, I was eating a cookie and some grapes for a snack before bed. I heard someone talking, but no one was home. I went to find the noise, and a flash of white zoomed out of the corner of my eye. The voices stopped, so I went into the kitchen to finish my snack, and my mom came home. I told her what happened. Of course, she didn't believe me. So we go upstairs, and my mom tucks me in. I said, “Good night. Love you.” She said, “Love you, too.” I went on to sleep.
I was awakened by someone shaking my shoulder. I thought it was my mom, so I asked what she wanted, but the shaking didn’t stop until I opened my eyes. Right beside me, an old man stood shaking me! I looked at him. Then a big, ear to ear, smile came upon his face.
He slowly started to float away, and I screamed, “What do you want?” But, he just kept smiling and floating closer and closer to the door. He had rotten teeth, short grey hair and was wearing grubby long johns and overalls with a cane. In his overalls, there were some pictures, but I couldn’t tell what they were. As he was backing towards the door, the pictures fell out of his pocket.
Just as the man disappeared, I heard a loud shriek. I went straight to my mom’s room, and woke her up. I told her the story and even showed her the pictures, but she still didn’t believe me. To this day, no one knows who the man was or who the people are in the pictures he left behind.
