Chris was 87 when he ended up in the hospital. His daughter was far away and couldn’t come through because of work, but she assured him that his grandson Peter would take care of him once he was discharged.
Thankfully, the situation wasn’t as serious as had it seemed. A few days later, Chris stood in the hospital, receiving instructions from the doctor before heading to his grandson’s home. He took a cab from the hospital to the young man’s house. His heart was leaping with joy: “I’ve missed my boy so much!” Chris thought on his way home.
But what he saw when he arrived replaced his smile with an expression of fear.
His furniture was scattered across the front lawn. Even worse, the doors were wide open. And the most terrifying part? THE ENTIRE HOUSE WAS EMPTY.
The paintings on the walls, his military memorabilia, his credenza, the kitchen table and chairs — everything he didn’t see outside was completely gone!
“What’s going on?! Was I robbed?!” Chris mumbled to himself in a daze. Then, suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.
