My name is Kurt Owen, I really like to talk and help people. Everyday after school I go to the retirement home to talk with the old people there. I have talked to every single one on the retirement home, except one. People call him Old Peculier. He always alone and he have a creepy glass eye that moves in a completely different direction than the real eye. There are some wild rumours about how he got a glass eye. I have heard that he tried to kill his wife a long time ago, and he managed. However, right before she was stabbed by a knife she ripped out his left eyeball. I don’t know if it’s the case.
One day when I went down to the retirement home I thought that, I maybe should have talked with him. When I came inside the retirement home I was really nervous. Shall I talk with him, or not? I thought.
“I’ll do it,” I said to my self. I walked towards him. He was sitting at the same place, sleeping as usual. I said “Hi!” with a high voice. He woke up and said “Hi?” with a grumsy voice; it sounded like he was surprised that someone talked to him. “I’m Kurt, I just want to talk with you,” I said. “Oh, that’s nice of you” he said and smiled. “Can I ask you something?” I said “Yes, of course! Go a head” “How did you get that glass eye?” I asked with a really curios voice, “Oh that’s a long story, I don’t want to bore you” Peculier answered, “I’ve got time,” I said.