I entered the four room house, it smelled like pine and mints, a familiar scent from my past life, this was going to be my home, my reservoir, yet my own this time, the empty house made an echo if you spoke a word to show that your alone inside there, I slowly began to mark it, where the dining room was going to be, the living room, and the kitchen, I slowly climbed the stairs, the upper chamber had bedrooms, the master bedroom and two children rooms, I walked across the corridor, there was a another room, a study room. The old owners must have forgotten their old books, I could have sworn I’d seen insects run across the books.
I just hoped it wasn’t haunted, you never know the reason people leave their belongings behind. I walked back to the living room.
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