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The Weird House

September 17th, 2007

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The only sound was the birds chirping high up in the trees, and on the rooftop the sun was creeping above the horizon and filling the town with light. It was empty, and a small cottage was surprisingly in the middle of a troublesome neighbourhood.

The cottage itself was a lovely little building with a nice small door which was wide open. In the front hall was a pair of black boots. At the foot of the stairs a large tea stain was all over the bottom step. The scuffed and flaking paint on the banister looked absolutely ancient and a large sheet of paper lay on the floor. On one side was a timetable where occasionally the word “working” was written down on a box with black pen. In one of the boxes describing the present time, there was “working”, but in red pen!

A faint ticking of a clock in the bedroom broke the eerie silence. On the bed lay a green khaki jacket and trousers. A small shelf was positioned on the wall, next to an aeroplane calendar and a model easyjet. A picture of a group of boys in the same camouflage uniform were smiling at the camera in rows of about 15. At the fron of a chair was a sign saying “Platoon 15. Regiment Squad 4″ The curtains were torn and filthy.

On a small coffee table beside the bed,with some writing bearing the message “Yo, where are you? Weren’t you meant to go bowling today? You have let me down again. Doesn’t our friendship mean anything to you?

From Derek

P.S. Please phone me on my new number when you get this note. No 07394816250″

There was a picture of a guy on the other side. He had auburn, dark eyes and flyaway hair. His figure was slim and muscular. Dotted around the picture were words like “Daring, cunning, open-minded, courageous, thoughtful” etc

A helmet crashed to the ground and a car pulled in to the driveway. The same man as was in the picture came out, although he wore a polo shirt which had the Menzies World Cargo on a pocket. He rushed into the garage and was there for a couple of minutes.

About seven minutes later he emerged with a huge box of papers. He was singing a song: “You can stand under me umbrella, can stand under my umbrella (ella)(ella)(eh)(eh)(eh)…” He was listening to an MP3 player.

He stuffed the box of papers into the boot of his car and then opened the door and drove away. On the fron step was a postcard which had on it “Visit Grand Canaria.

“Ben, We are having a lovely time here in sunny Spain. You should respect your friendship and…

Toni. Woodside School

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