We weren't allowed to talk to the people next door, not even if our football landed in their back garden. We weren't even allowed to see our neighbours when our parents went to ask them for our balls back. I never realised how scared they sounded each time until I overheard dad's voice trembling when he promised that this would be the last time we kicked anything over the fence.
After that day we were told to only play outside when there was an adult with us and to never interact with, or bother the neighbours. So we did what any kids would do when told that something wasn't allowed - we did it anyway. Waited until we were certain that our parents were asleep and pushed back the ivy that covered both sides of the fence.
We knew there was a hole in there somewhere, we remembered mum telling dad that next door were using it to spy on us. I figured it might be big enough to look through so we could finally see the garden of our mysterious neighbours but in reality it was big enough that I could have straight up walked through it.
Needless to say we felt pretty freaked out that the spyhole was so large and we talked it into ourselves that the neighbours must have monstrously huge eyes or three heads each. We never realised that they'd seen us looking through and were just as curious about us as we were of them.
From that night on we all felt like we were being watched but I was the only one who caught a glimpse of anything. We couldn't tell our parents that we'd broken the biggest rule they ever gave us so we just lived with far less sleep than we should have.
Especially me.
The neighbours would climb over my window, hands and feet sticking to the glass.
They kept trying to open it from the outside, covering the entire ledge in brutal bitemarks of frustration.
After that day we were told to only play outside when there was an adult with us and to never interact with, or bother the neighbours. So we did what any kids would do when told that something wasn't allowed - we did it anyway. Waited until we were certain that our parents were asleep and pushed back the ivy that covered both sides of the fence.
We knew there was a hole in there somewhere, we remembered mum telling dad that next door were using it to spy on us. I figured it might be big enough to look through so we could finally see the garden of our mysterious neighbours but in reality it was big enough that I could have straight up walked through it.
Needless to say we felt pretty freaked out that the spyhole was so large and we talked it into ourselves that the neighbours must have monstrously huge eyes or three heads each. We never realised that they'd seen us looking through and were just as curious about us as we were of them.
From that night on we all felt like we were being watched but I was the only one who caught a glimpse of anything. We couldn't tell our parents that we'd broken the biggest rule they ever gave us so we just lived with far less sleep than we should have.
Especially me.
The neighbours would climb over my window, hands and feet sticking to the glass.
They kept trying to open it from the outside, covering the entire ledge in brutal bitemarks of frustration.
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