Yey! Me first...I think so at least.
You know this story reminded me of my childhood. There was this house a few doors from ours. There were two sisters living there. And people used to talk about them saying they were evil and characterless and what not. Because they had another sister who committed suicide for reasons unknown. And you know how society treats suicide cases.
When I was small I used to find them so sweet. And go to their house everyday to play. And I really enjoyed myself.
Then we changed houses. And moved some distance away. I stopped visiting their house because I was "grown up". I had heard all the rumors. And suddenly I was scared because I thought their house will have the ghost of the dead sister and that these sisters were actually evil. But they did not want to let go of me. They kept visiting my house. Once they asked my mother to let my sister visit their house. And I flatly refused. I told my mom don't ever let my sister visit them because they were bad.
I still think about this. You be the judge of whether I was bad here or not...
I loved the innocence and sweetness behind this story.
Edited by glassdoor - 19 August 2012 at 10:12am