I Love Kirsty

My beloved grandpa passed away about five years ago. He was a retired police officer who entered, entered early retirement after a case in which three girls the same age as his own walked themselves into the police station to report their severe sexual abuse at the hands of their father. My aunt and uncle didn't believe us how the door to their room looked like a bear tried to claw it down. They tried to say it was a windstorm, a windstorm inside their fucking house that has a secret upstairs. We know it was real. Was it human? That i can't say, but i will never forget it. Well, that's my almost massacre story. And hope you keep it