You shouldn't have called me like that....

Now, before I start, I just want to say this isn't much like a cartoon creepypasta or something similiar like that, it invloves a real life expirence, so don't think this a cartoon-like creepypasta. This is also not something you would hear on a normal creepypasta.... so just listen to it.

Anyways... let's start.

The beginning.
It all started in summer of 2000, I was just a 10 year old kid, who was with my younger friend, Dave, Dave and me were great friends, my grandfather would watch us play. suddenly, me and my friend got an idea, to call our grandfather Grandboy, we didn't know what 'Grandboy' would stand for, but we still agreed to call him like that.

And so, we did. I called my grandfather and said Hello, Grandboy! my grandfather would get angry and said ''Don't call me like that! ''but we still agreed to do so, he got really angry and got us out of the backyard. We were laughing, all that joy and silly fun really fit the nice sunny summerish day. Me and my friend decided to separate and see each other next day.

When it was sleep time, my grandfather gone to my room and wished me a goodnight, but I said ''Goodnight, Grandboy! ''he got a bit angry again, but didn't mind. The next day, I was with my friend again, time passed, and it was getting kind of dark, we were going back to my home, when we suddenly heard a whisper in one of the bushes. ''Why did you called him like that? Do you have more important business to do....? me and my friend were left in shock, suddenly, we heard a loud voice from our shed, WHY DID YOU CALLED HIM GRANDBOY?!!!! ''me and my friend screamed, we ran but something got us, now I don't remember this part so well, but we were lying on the ground just a 5 steps further, a dark entity/figure came to us. The figure said ''You....YOU! me and my friend screamed in horror and asked What do you want!? he replied, Never....call....him....Grandboy....again. ''the figure threw us into the house, but he grabbed Dave, and kicked him with his foot in our house. Our grandfather came and we stood up, we promised we'll never call him something like that again.

When I went to sleep, I closed my eyes and thinked of all that horrible stuff that happened....

In 2002, I was already a bit more grown up, my grandfather was still alive and we had normal chats, nowadays he's still alive, and I have never called him 'Grandboy' in the past 19 years.

The end.