Axel Advert,
It took some time for my body to cool down. The whole thing was in pain, mostly my legs. After sometime of resting my grandmother came to check on me, asking me to come down for breakfast. I picked up myself from the bed.
During my encounter with the monster, my phone was ringing and it was my grandfather. He knew that I was out and about. Just before going downstairs, I saw something peculiar. Out of my room's window, there was a van outside.
My grandfather was at the kitchen table, reading his morning newspaper. He and I said good morning to each other. As I opened up the fridge and took out a bottle of fresh milk, which was squeezed by my grandfather each morning. I sat on the side next to his.
My grandmother was making eggs and toast, while I poured milk into my cup.
