Chapter Two
"Peter wake up!" Peter Johnson felt his mother nudge him on his shoulder, waking him up. He shook and looked over at his mother, "What is it?" His mother put on a black coat, "We're going to visit Grandpa." Peter rubbed his eyes and walked over to take a shower, "Why do I wake up right when its time to get up? I never get enough sleep." Peter took a shower, got dressed, and walked into the car where his mother, father, and little sister. Peter's father was an older man whose hair was greying and his mother was also a little older but she didn't look too old. Peter's little sister was 6 years old and was the spitting image of her mother. Peter, himself, was a young man at the age of 15. He did not play sports and was not athletic by any means. His grandfather's house was miles away so all Peter did was sleep the whole way.
Peter was nudged awake again (this time by his father) when they finally made it to his grandfather's house. Peter stepped out of the car, as did his family. The house was by itself and had no neighbors. It stood on a hill and had been there for over sixty years. Peter and his family stepped inside the house to greet his grandfather, who only lived with a maid. His maid was very pretty. Her name was Edith (quite an older name for a young one like her). She had blue eyes and long brown hair. Peter's grandfather was a kind man, especially to his family. Peter's grandfather was on his father's side and was the only grandfather that Peter had that is still alive. After the traditional greetings, Peter sat down by his grandfather, "Hi, Grandpa." Peter's grandfather, Edward, shook his head, "Just call me Grandfather. More formal isn't it." Grandfather paused for a bit and then looked at Peter, "Say, Pete, did I ever tell you what happened to my older brother, William?" Peter shook his head. Grandfather sat up, "Well, its a very important story I've been waiting to tell you. When you drove over here, did you see that burned down park?" Peter nodded. Grandfather continued, "Well, when he was 20, he bought this house from a poker match he won. He wanted to be an author but he could not find a way to do it successfully. Three years later, that park burned down. Families upon families were killed in that fire. After that, whenever I visited William to say hello. He would not stop saying that he was responsible for it. I tried to ask him how he was, but he wouldn't say. Months later, when me and him went to grab a few beers. He said he had to go to the bathroom. He stepped into an outhouse, pulled out a gun and killed himself. I've told this to your father and I decided to tell it to you. This is an important event in our family that needs to be shared. It showed us to help people who act strange around us." Peter was shocked that that happened to Grandfather's brother. He knew that Grandfather's brother had died but he didn't know it was that way. Peter's mother was speaking with the maid. After she was done, she walked over to Peter, "Peter, there has been a change of plan. We're staying for the week." Peter didn't care, not much was happening at home anyway. Peter aimlessly nodded. It was time for bed, Peter went over to bed, wondering what else there would be to do in the morning.