Chapter 1: The House That Remembered Everything
My grandmother lost her home because of debt — 25 years later, I bought it back, and her first question was, "You didn't open the basement door, did you?"
When I was eight, my grandmother, Evelyn, took me in after my parents died in a car accident.
We lived in her small house on the outskirts of town.
My grandfather had been sick with cancer for a long time, and after he passed, Grandma was left drowning in debt from his medical bills.
She lived on a modest pension and took on little jobs here and there, but it wasn't enough.
Eventually, she fell behind on the mortgage, and the bank foreclosed on the house.
I still remember the day we packed our belongings into boxes.
Grandma cried so much.
We moved into a tiny rental apartment and lived there, barely making ends meet.
Time passed.
I grew up, went to college, and worked as hard as I possibly could so my grandmother could have a better life.
I loved her so much for everything she'd done for me.
And even though I'd already rented a nicer apartment for Grandma, there was one thing I'd always wanted to do for her.
I wanted to buy back her old house.
I kept an eye on real estate listings and auctions for months.
And then one day, I found it.
Her old house had come up for sale.
The moment I saw it, I knew I had to buy it and give it back to Grandma.
So I did.
I wanted it to be a surprise, so I didn't tell her anything and drove there alone.
After all the paperwork was finally complete, I stood in front of that house and just stared at it, unable to believe my eyes.
I decided to call Grandma and share the news.
Excitedly, I told her that I'd bought her house back and that she could finally come home again.
But there was silence on the other end.
Grandma didn't say anything for what felt like a full minute.
Then she said:
"Honey...
I never expected to hear this.
Tell me, you didn't open the basement door, did you?"
I replied:
"Grandma, no, I didn't open it.
Why are you asking about the basement?
Aren't you happy that you're getting your house back?"
She quickly said:
"Yes, yes, sweetheart, of course I'm happy.
I'll get ready and come over right now.
But please, don't touch anything in the house until I get there, and don't open the basement.
There's probably a terrible smell down there."
I replied:
"Okay, Grandma.
Don't worry.
I'll wait for you."
It would take Grandma about two or three hours to reach the house.
I sat down on the porch to wait for her, but one thought wouldn't leave my mind.
Why had her first question been about the basement?
It was supposed to be empty.
It almost seemed like she hadn't even been happy about the news at first.
In the end, I decided to open the basement.
Curiosity got the better of me.
It took some effort, but I managed to force open the rusty lock with a few tools.
The moment I opened the creaking door, a horrible smell hit me.
I turned on my flashlight and went downstairs.
At first, the basement looked empty.
But then I noticed something sticking out from behind a wall.
When I walked closer to see what it was, I dropped to my knees in shock and screamed:
"Oh my God...
What had she been hiding all these years?"
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