Rate this story It began when i was about 13, I was with a friend whose job it was to watch his next door neighbors house and feed their dog. He asked if I wanted to go over with him, and i said sure. He showed me where the owners had left the backdoor key for him and we went in. After awhile he said you know who’s house this is? No, well its Alice Hawthorne’s house. You mean the Alice that’s in school with us? Yep, that’s the one! She is one bitch that i would love to get...
