It was a peaceful Sunday at my grandad's old farmhouse (our family home for over 200 years) located in the boglands that had mostly been covered in forests of birch and pine trees. 2 swans swam quietly across the deep lake in our boglands, which could be seen from the old farmhouse. The only sound was the continuous hooting of the pigeons and tweeting of the sparrows. And in the yard the big garage lay quiet and left no banging, grinding, welding, or life.
We were on the leather couch by the big old open hearth. Eating takeaway diners as my grandmother was gone visiting her sister up the country. While eating I looked up at the security camera over the turned off tv and saw 2 men in trench coats coming down the lane " there's customers outside I'll go see who it is " I said as my grandfather ran a mechanical business.
" Where?" he said. I said " they just past the camera."
I went out and saw no-one and checked around the garage, the farmhouse and field and sheds. Noone. I was nervous by now and I went back in and explained nobody was there. My grandfather told me to check again. I went back out but couldn't find anyone. Grandad got his rifle and made me mind the farmhouse while he searched the boglands. I was frightened by now and still checked the yard confused. Grandad came back after an hour of searching the land with nothing and said I was imagining but I argued with him for 2 hours. Eventually he swore me to shut up and never talk of it again. I knew something was suspicious.
Just 2 years later he finally admitted to me that my 2 great grand uncles were hitmen for the fenian brotherhood and during the Irish land wars assassinating English police and landlords. But still swears my secrecy of what I saw.