The Yard

Starting with the veranda the yard at Fleetwood is a contradiction of scenery. The veranda is a pleasant place with a small bench in the corner, but it contradicts the nefarious vines crawling up the back of the building. The shoddily cut grass contradicts the lovingly cared for rose bushes. And finally the few simple wooden benches in the back greatly contrast the disturbing forest they lay in sight of. Just past the clearing of the yard, though still on Fleetwood land, is the forest. It is said that there is a cemetery hidden somewhere within the trees, and a river as well, but for all the other, far more terrible tales of Fleetwood forest, few of the children, when allowed, actually venture past the first few trees.