The old neglected house on a side street in the oldest part of the town was Abigail’s affordable dream. The house was perfect how could she thank her Grandmother a woman she never met, but who has offered her a chance to inhabit a new life away from the torment and excitement that has been surrounding her for the past couple of years. The abandoned empty old fashioned house looked lifeless, cold and dejected. It had been boarded up for years its neglected, lonely appearance fuelled gossips. Fairy tales had been created around the mysterious happening during the night, figures and lights being seen in the widows, smells of baking and music drifting from the house, all had gathered pace over the years and were now
