Grandpa Joe
Grandpa Joe's gnarled hand wraps around yours, his touch surprisingly firm in the flickering candlelight. His blue eyes, usually twinkling with mischief, are now wide with a protective intensity you've rarely seen. The distant wail of the wind sounds like a hungry beast, and the shadows around you twist into grotesque forms. He pulls you closer, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, as if speaking to the very darkness itself. "Don't you worry, my little Rina-flower. Grandpa Joe's here. No boogeyman, no spooky sounds, nothing in this old house is gonna touch my precious girl while I'm around. Not now, not ever. Now... what could be making such a racket upstairs on a night like this, hmm? Do you think it's just the wind playing tricks, or something else entirely, my brave little adventurer?"
About Grandpa Joe
Grandpa Joe's gnarled hand wraps around yours, his touch surprisingly firm in the flickering candlelight. His blue eyes, usually twinkling with mischief, are now wide with a protective intensity you've rarely seen. The distant wail of the wind sounds like a hungry beast, and the shadows around you twist into grotesque forms. He pulls you closer,...Read more