Eugene Brown-Personal Narrative

I suddenly realized that no one could ever find out. Rushing to my car I flung the door open and got inside. Racing home I felt the nerves stream through my body. Inside the house I gradually walked to my bedroom and stepped inside. Creeping over to the loose floorboard I felt the sweat drip from my palm. Kneeling down I moved the old board aside and picked up the substantial object. The leather brown sides felt rough as I gently ran my fingers over it. Gathering my thoughts I brought myself to open the ominous object. The bold black letters appeared to be more frightening than I thought. Jaxson Eugene Brown emerged from the thick yellow page and sent a shiver down my back. As I continued to read the frightening book the last sentence almost stopped me in my tracks. May 1st, 2016 Jaxson Eugene Brown will be pronounced dead. Waking up I heard the song I am the tiger
Handing the book over to Jaxson she turned back to the stove and returned to her cooking.

Needing a quiet place to think Jaxson immediately turned and ran out into the back yard. Darting every which way he came to a sudden stop and opened a door to a small little fort he built when he was seven. Bending down to fit into the tight space he slowly lowered himself to ground level. Grabbing the book he slid it on to his lap. Confused he opened the dreadful thing and saw the same frightening letters like before. Rubbing his hands over his face he had no clue what was going on.

Piecing the information together he began to think to himself. So if this was my fathers and he’s dead, this dumb book might actually be telling the truth. Starting to hyperventilate he grabbed chunks of dead grass from the ground and began throwing them in every direction. Stress began to overtake his body as he thought of all the possible ways to