In my childhood home, the neighbours had a right of way into our garden so they could take their rubbish out without having to take it through their house. The old lady and old man who lived there were lovely. They had two sons. One son was called Michael. He committed suicide because his girlfriend left him. It was really freaky as a child seeing the undertakers taking his body (in the coffin) through our garden and out to the front. They could have carried it through the house, I never knew why they didn’t, the body was at rest there for a day or so if I recall. My parents closed our curtains so we couldn’t see but I just had to peek. It scared me so much that we moved pretty soon after.
When I was in year 7 at school, a girl went out after second registration (after lunch..when she shouldn’t have been out) to meet ‘her mum’. Only she didn’t go to see her mum, she went to meet her 17 year old boyfriend in his car. This makes me feel sick now as she was definitely groomed from when she was in year 6. She never came back. This was in the days before mobile phones and nobody knows what happened to her.
When I was in year 9, a group of us went out for lunch one day and saw a burnt patch of grass with a cross on it and a shoe nearby. When we started talking about It, the teachers shushed us and said we must have been imagining it. One girl went home and told her dad and he, being an adult knew what happened. A group of people had beat up a man accused of perving on young girls and set him on fire by the school where he was a caretaker. So that was pleasant!!
3 years just decomposing in your own home with no one looking for you! Surely one of the neighbours would have noticed something wasn’t right? And the rent wouldn’t have been paid?
