My crime story

My crime story began here, in my house. The night was dark and full of stars and I was alone in home because my parents wanted to visit Warsaw. I was sitting by the fire, when I noticed that someone was looking at me through the window. I turned off the light. But when I looked through the window again, I realised that the strange person disappeared. I was very frightened so I decided to call my best friend Asia who lives near my house. But there was no signal in the phone. I was going to stop panic, when I heard a knocking. Then I saw her. An old lady was standing outside and looking at me. I started to scream but she silenced me by waving her hand. I opened the window and asked her how could I help her. She said that she was from North Poland and she was looking for her grandson. His name was Mathew. I thought that I knew Mathew, he was living a few houses next to me. So I invited her in. She was very thankful. I told her that I would phone Mathew, maybe he was wainting for her and started to worry. But when I came back with phone the lady wasn?t there. I went outside to the garden and called her but there was no answer. I went to bed and the next day I decided to ask Mathew if his grandmother was there. But he only started to laugh. ?I haven?t got grandmother Jola, are you kidding me?? ? he said. So ... who was this old lady and where she is know? Or, perhaps, it was only a dream?

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