No.29 Peveril Street was always a funny place, I don't mean funny ha-ha, funny strange. Things were always happening there, things that I always thought were normal. Joe and Eunice Bevan were two people that I had the displeasure of sharing that house with, it was their house and I was just their child along with Michael, Shelia and Julie. I haven't been in there since I was fifteen; there's been no reason to return, they are no interest to me, at all. I know nothing about their life now, and I couldn't care less if I'm going to be honest, I don't know anyone that actually bothers with them, we all hated them but if you knew them you would understand.
It wasn't a nice place to grow up in, not that I knew any different when I was younger. We never had friends round; I didn't really have any friends when I was at school, always the outcast amongst the others. My only friend was this one girl, she wasn't exactly normal to begin with; there was something not quite right about her. She would be really off with me sometimes, like she knew something was going on in my house. I've never told anyone what actually happened in that house, no one knows and I'm not planning on letting it out.
