I`m Sally, i lived in a small house near the hills in New Zeland with my Mum, Dad, my Brother Richard and my Grand. My Grand was old and sometimes she told us strange stories. One day she told me "your grandfather always here with us, i sometimes here him at night. He walks about in yhe garden". Of course i didn`t belive it.
One morning i went to the kitchen to make breakfast and when i opened the kitcken door, there were things over the foor. Who did it?
That night my brother run into my bedroom, he cried and he seid "there´s somebody in my room"
My brother´s things were on the foor and my dad seid "i´m going to phone the pol ice" but when the police came they didn´t know about any bad people in the hills.
The family heard very strange noises and it came from the living room. Somebody was moving the chairs and the table. The ligths suddenly went out and somebody was in the garden, my Dad said "i´m going after him" and then we all run into the garden because we were scared.
When we came outside the house we see as our house fell to the ground in front of our eyes. My Grand said "Well, we lost our house but, we are all alive! It was George. He help us. he said quaitly. he took us out of the house. Look, there are his footprints in the snow". Thank you, Grandad, i said quietly, thank you for helping us.