The house had belonged to an elderly man named Christopher, who had passed away recently. His daughter, Tracy, sold it to us, mentioning that the house held too many memories for her to stay.
“This place meant the world to my dad,” she told me during the walkthrough. “I just want it to go to a family who’ll cherish it like he did.”
I promised her we’d take good care of it and make it our forever home. But we didn’t anticipate the peculiar surprise waiting for us.
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