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The Kids Next Door Were Building a Treehouse — I Screamed When I Snuck Inside After Their Suspicious Behavior

Rita Kumar
Sep 24, 2024
10:50 A.M.

The kids next door were always suspiciously quiet until they started building a treehouse. At first, I thought it was harmless fun, but then came the strange, late-night noises. Curiosity drove me to investigate while they were away and what I found chilled me to the core.

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I've always been a nosy neighbor. Call it a character flaw, but at 55, I've earned the right to keep tabs on my little slice of suburban paradise. When the Fogg family moved in next door two years ago, I thought they'd add some spice to my humdrum days of soaps and crosswords...

A senior woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

A senior woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

The couple, Mr. and Mrs. Fogg, were about as interesting as watching paint dry. But their kids? Now that was a whole different story.

Lucas (12) and Mia (9) might as well have been ghosts for all the noise they made. I swear I never heard so much as a peep out of them.

No laughing, no fighting, nothing. Just two little shadows that occasionally darted across the yard.

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Two kids outside a house | Source: Midjourney

One day, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I marched right up to their fence, pasted on my friendliest smile, and called out, "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

Lucas and Mia froze like deer in headlights. They stared at me for a long, uncomfortable moment before scurrying inside without a word.

"Well," I muttered to myself, "I guess that's that."

Little did I know, things were about to get a whole lot weirder.

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A smiling senior woman near a fence | Source: Midjourney

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It started innocently enough. One sunny Saturday morning, I glanced out my kitchen window to see Lucas and Mia dragging planks of wood across their backyard.

"Frank," I called to my husband, "come look at this. The Fogg kids are building something."

Frank ambled over, a glass of water in hand. "Looks like a treehouse, Annette. Good for them. Maybe it'll bring them out of their shells a bit."

I nodded, but something didn't sit right.

Those kids had barely left the house for anything other than school in two years, and now they were suddenly outdoor enthusiasts? It didn't add up.

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A man holding a glass of water | Source: Midjourney

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As the days went by, I found myself spending more and more time at that window.

The treehouse was coming together faster than I would have thought possible for two kids working alone.

Mr. and Mrs. Fogg never seemed to lend a hand or even check on their progress, which was weird.

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A cute treehouse | Source: Midjourney

One evening, as I was pruning my rosebushes, I called out to Lucas, "That's quite the project you've got there, young man!"

He paused, hammer in mid-swing, and fixed me with an unsettling stare. Without a word, he turned back to his work.

I shivered, despite the warm evening air.

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A young boy looking up | Source: Midjourney

"Frank," I said later that night, "don't you think there's something off about those kids?"

He sighed, not looking up from his newspaper. "Annette, honey, not everyone's cut out to be a social butterfly. Let them be."

But I couldn't. Something was going on, and I was determined to find out what.

As days passed, it was the late-night noises that really got to me.

At first, it was just the occasional sound of hammering after dark. But soon, it became a nightly occurrence. Scraping, dragging, whispered conversations that carried on the night air but were too faint to make out.

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Close-up of a young boy holding a hammer | Source: Midjourney

One particularly restless night, I crept to the window and peered out.

The treehouse was barely visible in the moonlight, but I could make out two small figures moving back and forth from the house. They were carrying something.

"Frank," I whispered, shaking my husband awake. "Frank, you need to see this."

He groaned, rolling over. "Annette, please. It's the middle of the night. Whatever it is can wait until morning."

But it couldn't. I knew it couldn't.

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Night shot of a young boy climbing up the ladder to a treehouse | Source: Midjourney

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The following balmy evening, with Frank away on a business trip, my curiosity finally got the better of me. The house felt too quiet, too empty, and my mind kept wandering to the strange events next door.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself, pacing the kitchen. "They're just kids. What could they possibly be up to?"

But the nagging feeling wouldn't leave me alone. With a resigned sigh, I grabbed my trusty flashlight from the junk drawer and slipped out the back door.

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A woman holding a flashlight | Source: Midjourney

The night air was thick and humid, clinging to my skin as I crept across the yard.

I stuck to the shadows, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear it. As I neared the fence, I ducked behind my hydrangea bushes, peering through the leaves.

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There it was — the treehouse. A soft, flickering glow emanated from within, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding branches. I squinted, trying to make out what was happening.

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Close-up of a terrified woman hiding behind hydrangea bushes | Source: Midjourney

That's when I saw them. Lucas and Mia, still wide awake despite the late hour, were hauling something up into their fortress. Something large, black, and... oddly shaped.

Garbage bags?

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. My mind raced, conjuring up a thousand terrible possibilities. What on earth could two children need with garbage bags in the middle of the night?

I watched as they made trip after trip, hauling bag after bag up into the treehouse. With each load, the knot in my stomach grew tighter.

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Finally, after what seemed like hours, they disappeared inside, pulling up the rope ladder behind them.

A boy holding a garbage bag | Source: Midjourney

A boy holding a garbage bag | Source: Midjourney

I stood there in the darkness, my legs cramping from crouching for so long, as a cool breeze rustled through the leaves. I should have felt relieved that nothing awful had happened, but instead, I felt more unsettled than ever.

As I crept back to my house, my mind whirled with possibilities. What were those kids hiding? And more importantly, what was I going to do about it?

One thing was certain, I wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.

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A terrified woman gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

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As I lay in my room, listening to the strange sounds from next door, I made a decision. Tomorrow, while the kids were at school, I was going to investigate.

The next morning, I waited impatiently for the school bus to pull away. As soon as it was out of sight, I marched across the yard, my heart pounding with each step.

The treehouse loomed above me, far more imposing up close. I hesitated at the base of the ladder, suddenly unsure.

"Don't be ridiculous, Annette," I muttered to myself. "They're children. What could they possibly be hiding?"

With a deep breath, I began to climb.

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Close-up shot of a woman climbing up a ladder | Source: Midjourney

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As I reached the top, my foot caught on something. Suddenly, a clink of clanging metal erupted, nearly startling me off the ladder.

"What in the world?" I gasped, clinging to the rungs.

Once my heart rate returned to normal, I couldn't help but chuckle. An alarm system. These kids were cleverer than I'd given them credit for.

Climbing inside, I took in my surroundings. It was... cozy. Broken toys littered the floor, and shelves lined the walls, filled with books and comics. Tools were scattered about, evidence of their hard work.

And then I saw them: the mysterious garbage bags.

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Three garbage bags | Source: Midjourney

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With trembling hands, I reached for the nearest one. Inside, I found... junk. Candy wrappers, torn fabric, crumpled paper. But the bag was oddly heavy.

Digging deeper, my fingers brushed against something solid. Books. Brand new, still wrapped in plastic.

I frowned, confused. Why would they hide books? And where did they get them?

Before I could investigate further, I heard voices approaching.

A collection of books in a garbage bag | Source: Midjourney

A collection of books in a garbage bag | Source: Midjourney

"The alarm went off — someone's here!" It was Mia, her voice high with panic. The kids hadn't gone to school.

"Don't worry, I brought my bat," Lucas replied, sounding far too serious for a 12-year-old.

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I froze, realizing how this must look. Me, a grown woman, sneaking around in their private space.

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

"Lucas, Mia," I shakily called out. "It's me, Annette. I'm so sorry for sneaking in here. I just wanted to see how you've set everything up."

Lucas's face appeared at the entrance, his eyes boring into mine. "YOU? What are you doing up here? You had no right to come in here."

"You're absolutely right. I was worried about you two, but that's no excuse. I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like this."

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A furious young boy | Source: Midjourney

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For a long moment, nobody spoke. Then, to my surprise, Mia's small voice piped up. "It's okay, Ms. Annette. We know we've been acting weird."

Lucas shot her a look, but she continued. "Maybe... maybe we could explain? It might be nice to talk to someone."

Slowly, Lucas nodded. "Okay. But you have to promise not to tell anyone. Especially not our parents."

I held up my hand solemnly. "I promise."

And so, sitting cross-legged on the treehouse floor, they told me everything.

Their parents' marriage was falling apart. The constant arguing, the tension that filled every room of their house — it was suffocating them.

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A sad young girl | Source: Midjourney

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"We found Grandma Winter's address," Mia explained, her eyes brimming with tears. "She didn't even know about us. Was estranged. Mom and Dad kept her away."

Lucas picked up the thread. "We found her address in a directory at the library. We wrote to her... told her everything. And she sent us these to a friend's address we'd given her," he gestured to the books. "said reading helped her through tough times."

"She's going to come for us," Mia added, hope shining in her eyes. "She's selling her house to move closer. We just have to hold on a little longer."

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A collection of books on a wooden floor | Source: Midjourney

I felt my heart breaking for these children, forced to grow up far too fast.

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"Oh, sweethearts," I murmured, opening my arms. To my surprise, they both fell into them, their small bodies shaking with sobs.

"It's going to be okay," I whispered, stroking their hair. "I'm here now. You're not alone anymore."

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind. I became the kids' confidante, sneaking them treats and new books, always careful to avoid their parents' notice.

And then, one sunny morning, a moving truck pulled up in front of the Fogg house.

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A truck outside a house | Source: Midjourney

I watched from my window as an elegant older woman stepped out, her silver hair gleaming in the sunlight. Lucas and Mia burst out of the house, flinging themselves into her arms.

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Grandma Winter had arrived.

The goodbye following weeks of divorce proceedings was bittersweet.

Mr. and Mrs. Fogg, lost in their own drama, barely seemed to notice as their children packed their things. But I was there, helping to load suitcases and box up beloved toys.

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Toys and luggage in a truck | Source: Midjourney

"We'll miss you, Ms. Annette," Mia sniffled, hugging me tight.

I blinked back my tears. "I'll miss you too, sweetheart. But this isn't goodbye. It's just... see you later."

As they drove away, I felt a pang of sadness and hope. Those kids had been through so much, but now they had a chance at happiness.

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An emotional woman waving her hand | Source: Midjourney

It's been six months now, and every time I look at the treehouse, now inhabited by raccoons and squirrels, a small smile lights up my face. I think about how quick I was to jump to conclusions, and how easily I could have missed the truth lurking behind what I thought I saw.

Those kids taught me a valuable lesson. Sometimes, the most extraordinary stories are hidden in the most ordinary places. You just have to take the time to look... and listen.

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Raccoons in a treehouse | Source: Midjourney

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Here's another story: I was seven months pregnant when I agreed to house-sit for my brother and his wife. One day, I stumbled upon three trash bags in the basement and what I found inside made me run for my life.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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