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Everything started the day I turned eleven. It had been a very interesting year because it was the last time I attended the elementary school (or that is what I used to think). As a little boy I had a lot of imaginary friends. In fact they were my only friends. Except for Bob. He was a neighbor of mine who enjoyed the stories that popped right out of my mind. I remember that Bob’s house had attracted my attention because of the mystery that covered it. A house like that, built in the first years of the twentieth century, is sure to have a lot of stories to narrate. When I say narrate I don’t mean that it can actually speak, but I refer to the signs waiting to be uncovered inside it. That house was, in fact, the inspiration of my best “fictional” character, Lauren. I still remember the excited expression on Bob’s face when I first told him about Lauren. I don’t recall where that name originated from, but what I do recall is the first time I got to meet him in person.