Dear Mom, I will miss you when I am gone with Grandpa. I will send you a letter every week. Make sure to take good care of Grandma and all of the pets. I hope that you will not miss me too much. After all you don’t need to worry, Grandpa will keep me perfectly safe and I will always go to bed on time.
Love You, Joel As I was packing up to go to the port near our home in England, I seemed to hear some sort of ringing in my ears, almost as if it was a warning that kept repeating itself saying, “Don't go! Stay away from that place!” But of course, it was only the wind whisling through the trees. “Hey there, Joel!” exclaimed my grandpa, waving his hand around frantically. “Ready to go!,” my Grandpa said sounding cheerful as a mouse that had just found his cheese “yeah, i’m ready,” I said sounding kinda depressed “what's wrong sunny?, why don't ya cheer up?,” asked my Grandpa “it’s okay i’m fine” I said with a cheerful tone “okay then, we should get going,” said Grandpa. On the way out the door I spit my gum in the rubbish bin because I knew my Grandpa hated when I chewed gum. “Bye mom,” I said as I walked up to her for a hug “goodbye Joel,” she said, I could hear that she was tearing up. “Goodbye,” I said again as I walked onto the boat that me and my Grandpa would call home for the next five days. I woke to hear footsteps outside of my room on the boat. I thought that it must be one of the boat workers, I walked out and squinted my eyes from the sun. When I turned I saw a black figure round the corner “hello?” I asked with no response then I heard a loud bang coming from the direction of where the figure had just gone, then I heard yelling coming from the same direction. I ran into my Grandpa’s room, I found him still in bed with the pillow over his head, I decided not to wake him and instead ran outside to see what the yelling was about. When I reached the area I saw that two boat workers were hanging by their necks from a rope, I could see all of the other sailors whispering now “He has returned!” yelled the lead sailor. The boat was full of chaos and everyone was yelling and trying to connect with the mainland. I ran into my grandpa’s room and started to shake him “Grandpa wake up!” I yelled. His eyes burst open and he grabbed me, staring into my eyes he said “Joel what’s wrong?!” “I don’t know but two of the ship workers were hung and everyone is freaking out saying that someone has returned!” I yelled at him “this is what I feared,” he muttered. He started to attempt to get a signal on his phone “What is wrong?” I asked him. He looked up at me with this intense look in his eyes “Joel, we need to get off this ship right now.” I left my Grandpa’s room because he needed to get dressed. I started to run to the front of the ship when I tripped on something. I started to get back up when I felt a rush of cold wind that pushed me to the side of the boat. The figure I had seen before was standing in front of me, “Leave or die!” he yelled at me “W-why?” I stuttered, but before he could answer me he was gone. When I finally got to the front of the ship I could see the approaching land. In the distance a small village emerged from the gray fog. As the ship got closer I could see the houses were worn down and looked like something from one of the exhibits about the first houses at the museum. “Finally we are here!” one of the ship members yelled. The rest of the crew cheered and clapped. Minutes later my grandpa came up behind me and looked and the land, “well isn’t that a lovely view,” he exclaimed “yeah, I guess,” I replied. I watched him take out his camera and take a few pictures of the shore.