Who Sits Here?

Just a few doors along from us is a house with a very over-grown garden.

The grass is knee high, the roses rambling and in the autumn the apple trees produce hundreds of ripe apples that fall to the ground and rot. (Well not all of them rot - some get rescued!)

In the five or so years that we've lived here, I've never seen anyone there. According to one of our elderly neighbours, the old woman who lived there died many years ago.

Strange though, that every now and again a light comes on in one of the upstairs rooms.

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