My Grandpa's Guitar

My grandpa has a beautiful guitar that has been passed down the family for years. It goes back to the medival times where one of my earlier realitives got it from trading two of his silver pieces. The guitar has carved flowers in it that are so detailed it's unbelievable. My grandpa had come to the point where he passed the guitar onto my father. A couple of months later, he died. My father didn't let any of us touch the old family artifact. He would sit down and play that guitar every night. The melody was so sweet I fell asleep listening to it when I was younger. One night my father had put the guitar away, and we had all headed upstairs to sleep. After I had fallen asleep (and everyone else) I was awakened by the sweet melody of my father's guitar. I checked my alarm clock. "He's playing his guitar at midnight?" I thought. I peeked in my mom and dad's room. My father and mother were both fast asleep. The melody droned on. I crept downstairs to our living room where the guitar was kept. I couldn't believe my eyes. An old man was sitting on our fireplace strumming the guitar! He looked white and "filmy." He was glowing...not as in compliment but light source. He looked up at me and smiled. It was my grandpa! He stood and placed te guitar back in the small leather case. Then he disappeared. My dad was informed the next morning. "He probably couldn't leave the mortal world without listening to the sweet notes of the guitar one more time."

It didn't

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