So it was October 13th in 2012 and I was asleep. the night was still outside although the heat was unbearable ,so much that my toes nearly melted off my foot it was around 3:15am in the morning and my dad was sleeping naked  instead of pj’s that’s how hot it was. Soon after the sun came up and my dad woke me because my mum had passed away when I was a baby in a car accident and I didn’t get to know her but anyways my dad woke me up and surprise it was my birthday I turned 13 was so exited that’s my day.

the year was 1993 and it was just a normal night then all of sudden John heard a door open then close ,he looked out his window and he saw a tall, skinny ,black clothed man staring back at him. he was scared so he thought what if he died he needed to bury something in honour so the next day oh did I mention that he lived in France anyways back to the story he buried a gold owl in France some ware although he went to sleep that night nothing happened well except for the tapping on his window.