Jane's House

I've met Jane very seldom, so seldom that to this day a lot seems like a mystery to me. I must have been about 7 or 8 years old when I would go over and say hi to Jane when summer started. My parents never came with me because they tried to avoid her. I don't really know why i went over there each year to say hi.

Jane lives alone. I don't know what happened to her husband or if she even had one. But i do know she has a daughter. Anyways when i went to say hi, i remember she would always ask me about my life like a good neighbor. And then she would tell stories that were extremely long and pointless that i would just sit there and nod and add in the occasional smile when it seemed right.

I always got a strange vibe from Jane's house. One of the first things i noticed was that she did not have a TV in her living room. As a kid who was absorbed in TV I didn't understand what use the room was. Just for sitting? After the living room was her kitchen which had a highchair that was occupied by a glass doll. For the first couple of years this was all that I saw of Jane's house.

One year Jane gave me a tour of her house. her guest room and her attic are the two rooms that remain in my memory. Do you ever wonder what lies inside the house of your neighbor? I never really had but after seeing these two rooms it sort of did make me think how people have their quirks, extreme or not. Jane had an extreme quirk. Fist was her guest room. This would be the last place i would ever want to stay. There were about 5 times as many dolls on the bed than pillows. each and every one of them staring at you. I don't even know where you would put them because they were glass ones so its not like you can throw them on the ground. The bed seemed more like the dolls bed than a guest bed.

Jane's 3rd floor was an Attic sort of loft. I remember walking up the dim lit stairs with anticipation. shocked. it was like a mini town of dolls. everywhere. You could only walk on a small path in a circle because the whole entire fucking room was full of dolls, houses, and accessories for the dolls. The dolls were set up as if on display. It wasn't like Jane just had a bunch of junk stored in her attic, it was like a museum set up with displayed. but for who? for Jane.

as much as i loved barbies at the time, Jane's collection freaked me out. Glass dolls are different than plastic.

Jane's yard has always creeped me out too. She has so many trees that when i look over from my backyard its pitch dark. At night its even scarier because the wind blows through the trees leaves and branches giving off a sorta of eerie breeze. Sometimes i hear footsteps or my mind is playing tricks on me, who knows maybe its just a cat. My dad used to tell us there was a tombstone in her year and for the longest time my brother and i believed him. Whenever we played wiffle ball and hit it over the fence that separated Jane and us we would dread having to sneak over and find our ball to the point where we would buy multiple balls just so we wouldn't have to go over.

I havnt seen Jane for about 4 years now. I don't know what she is doing but some nights i still hear footsteps.