“Okay grandma, be there in a couple minutes.” Jaxon said, hanging up the phone. I’m so excited to go to grandma’s house, he thought. Little did he know he wouldn’t be arriving at his destination.

Before Jaxon left, he went to the grocery store. He knew he was going to need to get some food for his travels, as well as for his grandma. She loved it when Jaxon surprised her. He was in the checkout line, when he saw this man fall. He rushed over to see if this man was okay.
“Are you okay, Sir?” He asked.
“Yes. Yes. Thanks for the help.” The man said.
“What is your name?” Jaxon asked.
“Old Man Jack.” The man replied, as he hurried out the door.
Jaxon was on his way to his grandma’s house. Listening to the sound of fallen leaves, as he made his way through the past. He came across a forest. The trees reached 40 feet into the sky. He saw a path. That path could get him to his grandma's house faster. There was a big decision Jaxon had to make. Take the shortcut and get to grandma’s faster, or finish on the path that he was already familiar with. Jaxon really wanted to get to grandma’s house. But was it worth the risk of getting lost? Jaxon didn’t know what to do, so he decided to call him grandma.

“Hey grandma.” Jaxon said as his she answered the phone.
“Yes?” She replied.
“Do you know about the path in the forest outside of your house?” Jaxon asked.
“No, I’m not sure what you're talking about.” She said out of breath.
“Okay thanks. Is everything okay?” He asked.
“Yes, why wouldn’t it be?” She answered.
“You just sound like you're out of breath, like you were running, or outside doing something.” He answered suspiciously.
“I’m fine, I wasn’t doing anything. I’ll see you in a couple minutes.” She replied, and hung up the phone. So, my grandma said she didn’t know about the path in the forest, by her house. What do I do? I really want to get to grandma’s house faster, but I’m not sure if it’s worth the risk.
After he stood at the intersection of fallen leaves, and forest, he finally made a decision. He decided it would be okay for him to walk through the forest, as long as he always checked what was behind him. He wasn’t sure it was the best idea, but he was ready for whatever he came across in his travels. There’s no turning back now, he thought as he took his first steps into the forest.
I have to make sure I document my travels. He thought. Jaxon is known for recording what he did. He used a voice recorder, and then when he got home he would write it all down. He started his voice recorder. “I’m taking the risky path. I don't know it this is a good idea, but you only live once.”
While he was walking through the forest, the sun began to set. He became nervous. He called his grandma to assure her that he was still on his way. Behind him, he heard this rustling of leaves. He didn’t know what it was. He looked behind him, and saw nothing. It was just an animal he thought. He continued his walk. He was almost to his grandma's when he heard the rustling leaves again. Was someone following me this whole time? He thought. He turned around to face the path he had already traveled and saw nothing. He began to record again. He said “I keep hearing rustling of the leaves. The sun has fallen. And I’m scared.” He began to panic. Then, he felt someone approach him.
He smelled this horrific smell, almost as if it was dead bodies. “Where am I?” Jaxon yelled. He saw bodies hanging from the ceiling. Stabbed to death. Still bloody. Some torn apart, some still in tact. Some missing fingers, some missing limbs. What kind of death realm do they have here? Jaxon was very scared. Is that what is going to happen to me? Is that going to be me hanging there? He was scared. He didn’t want today to be his last day. He knew that if he didn’t do something fast, he might end up like those poor people.
Old man Jack was standing in the darkness of the room. Jaxon at first didn’t recognize him. After he stepped out of the darkness, Jaxon realized that he was the man, he helped at the grocery store. “Old Man Jack?” Jaxon said confused.
“I need to get to my grandma’s house.” He said.
“Why would I care?” Old Man Jack replied.
Jaxon pushed and pulled on the belts he was attached to a chair with. He broke free. He didn’t know where he was. He walked down a narrow corridor and realized something. HE WAS IN HIS GRANDMA’S HOUSE!! What is going on? How did I get here? Why am I here? When did this place get here? Why was Old Man Jack here? Jaxon had so many questions to ask his grandma. Now where was she?
Jaxon heard a door open. Old Man Jack walked into the room. “Where is my grandma?” He yelled! Jaxon yelled some other hurtful things to Old Man Jack. That just made his case worse.
Old Man Jack pulled out a kitchen knife. Jaxon recognized that kitchen knife. That was the knife he used to cut his steak every Sunday, at family dinner. He began to worry. He knew that knife was sharp, because it cut through his well done steak with no problems.
Old Man Jack jumped on top of Jaxon and began to stab him. Repeatedly, over and over again, in different parts of his body. The last thing Jaxon ever saw was Old Man Jack, removing the mask, and revealing the face of his grandma. “GRANDMA NOOO!!” Jaxon screamed. Those were his last words.
Jaxon passed away shortly after, on the floor of his grandma's corridor. When the police showed up, his grandma was questioned. They gathered some evidence. They found the murder weapon, his grandma's knife, and they found the voice recorder. When she went to court she said that she had nothing to do with the killings. She said that the killings were committed by Old Man Jack.
“Who is Old Man Jack?” Asked the judge.
“Old Man Jack is a man. A man who repeatedly broke into my house, and repeatedly killed my guests.” She said, beginning to cry.
“Court dismissed” Announced the judge.
She was put into prison, on a life sentence. She was caught, because the police officers collected the voice recorder as evidence. She never apologized, and ended up killing herself. She couldn’t live with the fact that she killed her own grandson. She was found dead on her cell floor. There was never a funeral. Nobody cared enough to even find out that she had died.