The House Was So Cheap I Thought I Won the Lottery, but When I Saw the Basement, I Understood Everything — Story of the Day
He smirked, shrugging.
"You’re not the first. Last few owners said the same thing. If you’re scared, maybe this isn’t the house for you."
I clenched my fists, my frustration bubbling. "I’m not going anywhere. This is my home."
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"Suit yourself, and good luck with the haunted house." He left laughing, leaving me standing in the hallway, mop in hand, seething as the sound of his cruiser faded into the night.
The next morning, my phone buzzed on the counter, breaking the quiet stillness of the house.
I picked it up and glanced at the screen. A number I didn’t recognize. Hesitantly, I answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it’s Margaret," a thin, raspy voice said on the other end.
"The previous owner. Just checking in to see how you’re settling in."
