We moved here, March 1995, on St. Patrick's Day to a little cul-de-sac. A dead end area surrounded by four houses, the street ended at a big, thick wooded area. None of us know how long they've been here, but neither of us have ever gone venturing into the woods. We would only stand at the entrance and see how far we could see. It was then I figured out what had happened: I somehow have entered another realm through the wardrobe and maybe our neighbor did to. Credited to Growlie