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There's something seriously wrong with my family's new home, written by Mo Wonders.

I knew something was off the moment I saw the place.

It turned out to be worse than I could have possibly

imagined. I first laid eyes on the house after my parents had closed the deal. We had been

driving through a fancy neighborhood that our rusty Honda CRV felt out of place in. After a final turn, the house appeared at the end of a lane,

far enough away from the other homes to feel somehow separate from the rest of the community.

It was tall and old, yet well-capped, earning a vintage boldness that I appreciated.

Nestled into an evergreen wood, it seemed like the last bit

of civilization before a wilderness that stretched ever on.

That is our new house. I gassed, leaning forward to poke my head between the front seats.

Taken by the majesty of it, I paid little mind to the locals who stared at us as we

passed. My dad chuckled heartily. It is, Ari. How? I was only 17, but old enough to know

that we couldn't have afforded such a place. Oh, it was a steel. My mom chirped, glancing at my father.

We got so lucky. Oh, it's been how long, dear, that we've been house hunting. Two years,

my dad sighed. Well, patience does pay off. My mom went on gesturing at the house.

Wait long enough and search hard enough and you might just strike gold.

A smelly gold, that is.

Added my dad with another chortle.

I nodded absently, gawping at the building.

I didn't need any better explanation. I was in no

position to complain. That monument at the end of the lane was to be my new home.

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