My Grandpaw Wayne

One evening in the 1940’s my grandpaw wayne was coming back home on his bycicle from a party being followed by his mom and dad to use there head lights for guidence through the dark. For some reason he let his parents go by him when they were a mile away from his drive way. He was pedaling his way along the road then he realized someone in the corner of his eye in a cut down corn field he turned his head and saw a tall man really pale, Wayne yelled “hey!” to the man and the man happend to turn toward him and the man was not so tall he was hovering and not only was he hovering he wsa hovering toward wayne wita a ugly grinso wayne pedaled down the rest of micheal rd, tyro, nc as quick as possible.the, endBy: eamTold By:travis ashby