The Hidden House

Erika Soucy & Geneviève Bigué

That night, when they came to pick us up, my little brother and I, my uncle and my aunt told us that they were taking us to a house that would protect us. However, this house is not at the bottom of a cave. It is not at the top of a mountain, or underwater, or in the middle of the forest. It is not a manor, nor a castle, much less a cabin. It’s a chameleon house: from the outside it looks like all the other houses in the neighborhood and the lady who welcomes us doesn’t look like a spy or a ninja. This will be our refuge. A hidden house…