Kenziewaters Stories

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Jane. She lived in a white wooden house on fifth street. Next to a complete stranger of whom she felt inclined to watch over. See, this man did not have an easy life. She always watched him being yelled at and packing bags. Whenever this would happen, a woman would walk into his room and you could see them talking, then crying, then unpacking. Then came a day, when Jane felt inclined to go and knock on his door....