INwhen he was youthful, my grandfather was a wild man, drinking and swearing all the time. He and his cousin Wade were going shed hunting on the ancient road where they lived. It was somewhere in the middle of the forest. As you know, it's murky when you're raccoon hunting. Well, my grandfather and Wade were driving my grandfather's car. It was a piece of garbage! It ended and they were in the middle of the forest trying to work on the car. The only delicate they had was a lighter, they were almost out of fluid. My dad was furious and swearing, and Wade told him something was coming. My dad told him to shut up and hold the lighter still. But Wad dropped the lighter and jumped into the car. My dad turned around and saw two yellow eyes swimming towards the car. He screamed and jumped into the car with Wade. Eyes roamed around the car again and again. It's true, my daddy was a Christian and he didn't want to lie.
If you have experienced something like this, write in a comment, I would love to hear your story.
