The gleaming red eyes
It was the night of my worst night-mare. All I could hear was the crooked cackling of the 2 wicked witches. It was the night of my grandfather’s death he was only 59 years old. That was when the mystery was created for all of us.
The next day I went out for this magnificent mystery to be solved. It was then when all I could see was to red eyes …. It was nun less than the dragon-like trickster he told me the story my grandfather was persecuted. My mother had lied to me I was furious. I went back to my mother and screamed in her considerate face. MYSTERY SOLVED.