Secret Identity

Chapter 8

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""Here it is Tara." Jane yells from ahead of me.

I raise my eyes from my feet to see where Jane was pointing. Through the trees I saw a shape in the distance as I got closer I gasped and dropped the camera I had been holding.

I saw a little blue play house surrounded by trees that backed up to a small hill, it was an exact replica of the one I saw in my dream."

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"See Tara, I told you there is a play house. Isn't it cute? I'm sure it's bringing back lots of memories from when you were little. You probably played Barbies and house in there. If when we met I knew about this little play house I would be mad that you never invited me to play in it. What did you do in there Tara, wasn't it boring playing by yourself." I could hear Tara rambling on and on but it seemed so distant.

My mind was racing in shock. I bent down to pick up my digital camera and I turned to Jane who was starting at me expectantly, probably wanting me to answer her questions.

I shook my head. "I don't know the answer to any of your questions." I start slowly. "because I never played here this isn't my playhouse."

"What?" Jane replies. "It has to be, this is your back yard and you are an only child. So who else's would it be?"

"Well it coul-" I start

"I know!" Jane interrupts. "you probably just forget playing in the playhouse, because didn't you say that you have memory problems?"

I was taken aback by the statement not remembering when I told her that since she is the only one who knows other than my family, but I just figured I forgot that I told her.

"Yes, Jane, I do have memory problems ever sine I was little I had trouble remembering the smallest things. My parents could never figure out why so I just had to deal with it, but I promise you this isn't one of those times.

If it was one of those times I would only see black and nothing would come to me, but I when I remember playing as a child I always see myself playing inside, I never played outside. I wasn't allowed, to even set foot outside until I was around 13. My parents told me I was deathly allergic to something that was outside, so I had to stay inside. So, I know this playhouse can't be mine."

Jane nods. "But we are outside now and you aren't dying."

"I was told that I'm not allergic anymore, once I was 13 I outgrew the allergy or something, I don't know I'm not a doctor."

"Okay Okay, so if it isn't yours, then that brings us back to the question. Who's is it?" Jane asks.

"I still have no idea Jane, maybe there is a name written on it somewhere or inside." I say as I start to walk towards the play house.

As I walk I guide my hand across the blue walls of the playhouse. The wall facing us was empty. There weren't even any windows, in fact the only window was right above the door. I walked around completely to the side with the door and the small window, everything was dusty it looked as if this playhouse hasn't been touched in years. I glance around and see the Jane is carefully examining the rest of the playhouse and the surroundings. I look back in the direction of the house and it seemed like it was miles away. The playhouse was well hidden from view from the trees and the slope of the land, whoever built this playhouse clearly didn't want it in plain sight.

I glance back in the direction of the house and my eyes slowly fall onto the doorknob, as the questions swarm through my mind. What could this playhouse be hiding? Is it hiding something? What if it is hiding a murder?

I shake my head at that thought and when I shake my head I feel my hair hit something behind me. I turned to see Jane behind me.

"What was that about?" Jane asked

"What?" I ask.

"You were randomly spaced out with your head half outstretched towards the doorknob then you randomly started shaking your head." she replies

I glance down at my hand outstretched towards the doorknob and feel it drop down to my side.

"My wild imagination took over and swarmed my brain with questions."

"Okay, well let's open up this house." Jane suggests.

"Okay."

I reached out to turn the doorknob but it didn't budge. I tried again and again but the door was definitely locked.

"locked?" Jane asked.

I nodded and moved out of the way so Jane could look at the door. I picked up my camera that I had sat down and took pictures of the playhouse. I walked around while taking pictures from different angles.

"I can't get it." Jane says "I watch shows about how to pick locks but I can't do it."

"Okay there has to be a key somewhere maybe we will find it later tonight."

"Okay, do you have any idea where it could

be?" Jane asked.

"No, I don't."

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