My name is Jane Meadows, me and my family live in The Hidden Cottage, 17 Hidden Lane, the scenery is beautiful because we are Surrounded by farms and hills. It's very peaceful here because we have no neighbours or disturbing noises.A few years ago i slipped away from reality and lost my sanity but I ve got it back now.
It all started when i was 14, i was so curious about my garden. My parents told me to never go to the fenced off tree; it had a red brick pavement and looked perfectly safe. (Well I thought so.)
"Mum!" I shouted from my bedroom.
"What!" She replied.
"Why am I not aloud to go into the fenced off bit of our garden?"
"Because you can t"
"Life is so unfair..."
"Of course it is love."
"You re hiding something"
"I'm not, Dave... tell Jane that s the truth."
Dad walked in, "She is, if there was something you needed to know we would have told you Jane." He said.
"Uh huh... I murmured.
There is something because you can always sense when people are lying, my mum's body language said it all. My dad 'seemed' like he didn t know. I lay awake on my bed, puzzled about my parents, my grandmother wouldn t tell me anything so I guess I ll probably have to find out myself which I normally do.
I woke up at the crack of dawn and crept quietly into our library. I fired up the historic computer and researched 'The Hidden Cottage, 17 Hidden Lane' to see if I could find anything curious about it. After half an hour of searching all I found was: An old estate agent website advertising our house, the farm around it and a report about an old man that used to live there who had some mental problems and was into hooky-spooky magic stuff. He must of been a bit of a Looney...
A sudden stabbing pain in my back knocked my off my chair, god that hurts! I'm in slight agony but this normally happens so I ll be fine in a few minutes. Hopefully.