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The_Well:It’s been a couple weeks here, just my mom and me. Dad was here before but had to go back up to St. Louis. When I landed, they wanted me to stay the night. I wasn’t in the mood to sleep in my old room.
They filled me in, and we got on the road for the farmhouse that night.
The house is fine, normal, most of the time. It’s way over a hundred years old, so it creaks, and the wind rattles the windows and all that.
Most of the time, that’s it.
But then they put it on the market to sell for next-to-nothing because it’s in the middle of nowhere and barely has any land. Everyone said it would be a teardown, and that’s when things started getting weird.
Doors slamming, voices calling from upstairs or the basement. Music, crying, laughing . . . and sometimes the whole pl
