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the woman with red hands...work in progress. feedback appreciated!
05.18.20201.
Abigail knew her next door neighbor was not normal. She had lived on the same block, in the same house since her parents brought her back home from the hospital. Upon their arrival home with their new born, her parents noticed a sold sign on the lawn next door. Even though there wasn’t a car in the driveway let alone a moving van, Abigail’s parents gave no second thought and
brought their bundle of joy inside. As a toddler Abigail would sit in their kitchen munching on strawberries, her favorite snack,and wait and watch to see if the next-door neighbor came outside. Even at such a young age she noticed oddities, their neighbor never had their front or back lawn in order unlike herown lawn that was kept in pristine green condition by her father. It over grew to such an extent Abigail sometimes
imagined a tiger or lion roamingthrough impossible high grass. The house looked like something out of a Stephen King novel. When you looked at it, it was like the house was looking back at you, watching you. Along with an overgrown lawn, the shudders were chipping green paint and hanging in some areas. The double front door was made of avery old wood maybe oak and seemed to be literally wearing away. The only article on the
lawn was an old mailbox complete with a small red flag atop to signal the arrival of mail. Once she could have sworn, she saw the shadow of a woman in the front...
Abigail knew her next door neighbor was not normal. She had lived on the same block, in the same house since her parents brought her back home from the hospital. Upon their arrival home with their new born, her parents noticed a sold sign on the lawn next door. Even though there wasn’t a car in the driveway let alone a moving van, Abigail’s parents gave no second thought and
brought their bundle of joy inside. As a toddler Abigail would sit in their kitchen munching on strawberries, her favorite snack,and wait and watch to see if the next-door neighbor came outside. Even at such a young age she noticed oddities, their neighbor never had their front or back lawn in order unlike herown lawn that was kept in pristine green condition by her father. It over grew to such an extent Abigail sometimes
imagined a tiger or lion roamingthrough impossible high grass. The house looked like something out of a Stephen King novel. When you looked at it, it was like the house was looking back at you, watching you. Along with an overgrown lawn, the shudders were chipping green paint and hanging in some areas. The double front door was made of avery old wood maybe oak and seemed to be literally wearing away. The only article on the
lawn was an old mailbox complete with a small red flag atop to signal the arrival of mail. Once she could have sworn, she saw the shadow of a woman in the front...
