There was a beautiful house on Maple Street, it was a four story with pillars and a balcony. It had a beautiful door with luxurious windows. The only problem was the owner died about 6 years ago. Why was this a problem well… the house was still owned by the dead man. No one had been there after he died, but every night at the very top window the light was on. You could see a man’s shadow through the window, smoking a cigar. You might be thinking oh what if someone was looking in the house, but no, no one was there…
The story about little Jane…
There was an 11-year-old named Jane; her nickname was Little Jane for how small she was. She loved animals and liked playing outside. Her house was small but cozy, she also lived with her mom. Her dad was not in the picture though, because of some unknown reason he disappeared. Her house was right across the street from the four-story house. She loved just looking out the window at night watching the man smoke a cigar. Jane didn’t know at the time, but no one lived in that house. She got so curious that one day she skipped school and went to that house to explore.
No one knew but that morning before she left would be the last time they would see her again. Her mom got a call from the school and panicked because they told her that her daughter was absent. While this was going down Jane walked into the house looking astonished at the beautiful place. There were a lot of spider webs, but it was still pretty, why would someone leave it abandoned? She heard a creek from the stairs making it sound like someone, or something was coming down, but no one was there.
She went upstairs to look more; she saw kids’ bedrooms, and everything looked like time had just stopped. Finally, she got to the door that went up to the fourth floor, she took a breath and opened it. It was pitch black, but she could have sworn she saw a figure just standing there looking at her. She slowly walked in; the door slammed shut but she never touched the door. Something yanked at her she could hear whispers saying, “you shouldn’t be here.” Then the figure pulled her up to where the window was, she started screaming for it to let her go. Once they were by the window, she could see what the figure was, it was a person but not exactly a person, the thing didn’t have a face but it’s kind of weird cause that figure looked just like her dad… Her dad owned the four-story house before he died, and her mom didn’t want to sell it, so she moved across the street just to look at it. Jane was never found.
And that was the story of Little Jane
