The House By the River
The House By The River I live in a suburb of a large city. In some fifty meters from my house begins the forest. When a child, I have spent lots of time there. I know that there is a large forsaken house standing on the bank of the river which flows through the wood – some day the house is bound to fall right into it. Sometimes I go there just to be on my own for some time… One warm summer morning I went there to spend all the day there. I was thinking of smoking my pot when I heard somebody’s footsteps, and a minute later the door squeaked and opened. I quickly hid in the little room behind the main one, and looked through the crack in the wall. I saw …