“Unlocking Fear: 50 Haunting Words That Will Leave You Breathless and Bewildered”
I had that dream for several times over the span of two years. And each time, it was the same. Come home. Call your brother and tell him I’m pissed at him. Fix this place, it’s falling apart. I’d wake up with a feeling of sadness.
We finally settled the estate, and my sister called me to come over to help her clean up the main home. And when I walked in, I was hit by the rank smell of mold. Turns out, the roof had been damaged in some long-ago storm, the executor had done nothing about it (probably because he wasn’t the one inheriting it, the git), and the place had quickly deteriorated. In several rooms, the walls were buckling with water damage, and almost all the walls were stained with mold. In my old bedroom and in the adjoining sitting room, the floor had rotted away.
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