my grandads ghost by Hollie22-03-2013 | 11:08:32 | No Comments

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One bright frosty morning I went to see my granddad’s grave. The grass was crunchy were it was full of thick frost. As I reached the grave I stood reading the writing on his headstone although I couldn’t see very well because the sun was shimmering and glittering on it. Then suddenly out of the blue I felt something touch my shoulder. It felt like my grandads old wrinkly hand. I swivelled round on my knees, there was my grandads ghost standing there smiling at me. “Granddad” I murmured. “Granddad is it“ but before I could say anymore he disappeared.

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