Mount Harmon is where I've lived my whole life, where I tell this tale from my childhood.

It's one of these small towns in New England where everybody knows each other,

the kind of place that looks like it hasn't changed in 50 years.

The biggest attraction is the gas station where most people buy their groceries as well

as gossip about the residents.

You get the idea. There's not much going on here. Anyway, it was really

weird when a new neighbor showed up. Not a person, mind you. An entire house. It just showed up out of nowhere.

Mrs. Danforth was the first one to notice, naturally, as it was suddenly right next door

to her. She called Sheriff Franklin, and once people saw the Sheriff heading over towards a road,

everybody knew something was going on up there.

Vinny, my older brother, was the one who told me about it.

Ricky, frankly, just rolled up to the Danford Road.

You want to come check it out?

I did. It beat whatever my and thing I'd been doing.

We grabbed our bikes and made our way up the hill.

My brother and I figured one of the Danforths had died.

They were quite old.

Hey, where did that come from?

I nearly crashed into Vinny as he braked abruptly,

seeing the house that had never been there before.

We both sat with our mouths hanging open.

The sheriff's cruiser was parked on the other side of the road.

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