Story: My Father´sstrange and mysterious job

                                          My Father´strange and 
                                      mysterious job

 I lived in a mysterious town with my family, my parents and my sister. It was called mysterious town because mysterious and strenge things happened there. Many people said that they had seen aliens or UFOS but I didn´t believe them.
 My father always returned late home, he didn´t say anything about his job and I wanted to know. So, one day I hid in my father´s car, I waited all the long way to the job of my father, but finally we arrived. It was a mysterious, big, old and horrible place.
 I waited for my father to entered, and after one hour of thinking if I was sure or not, I entered. It was all dark, the light turned on and there was a door that needed a password, so I put my name, Albert. When I passed I was surprised when I saw an UFO, so I got inside. There were a lot of strange and difficult controls. I saw my father returning so I ran, I got inside the car and when we arrived home, I told what I saw to y friend and my sister. They told me they wanted to go.
 So the next day I went with them, I put the password and we entered. I showed them the UFO. But we saw an elevator an we went a floor down. When the elevator opened. I couldn´t see anything, but at moment the elevator opened, a horrible, very strange and bad thing took my sister and my friend but Y could escape. That was the last time I ever saw them.
                 

Diary Entry

We wrote a Diary Entry if we were the grandmother of the poem 
"For my Grandmother Knitting" by Liz Lochhead.

Dear diary,
Since I was young I loved knitting because since my mother died, I felt so sad. But one day I discovered that if I knit I feel better. So I have knitted since I was ten years old, until now that I am eighty years old. 
My classmates told me that I was very strange, my father told me that I was a fissher-girl.
When I was therty years old, I married and my father died. So I knitted more than before. I had three sons, when they were eighteen years old they left house and I lived with my husband.
When I was seventyfive years old my husband died.
Six months later one of my sons had a baby, two years later one of my other sons had a baby too and five moths later my youngest son had two babies. So I knit clothes for all my grandchildren.
Now my family tell me that I am useless and unnecessary because I keep on knitting and there is not need, but I won´t stop doing this.