Hello, come on in out of the rain.

It's been a monsoon out there that just won't seem to let up.

What's that you say?

You're trying to find a computer.

You know, I mostly deal with items that are speckled with the dust of time as opposed to ones and zeros.

However, just this morning, wouldn't you know it, someone brought in this laptop as good as new from an abandoned house where some seriously unsettling

things occurred. Have a seat while you dry off for a while and I'll tell you all about it. This one's

called, when it's after midnight, we aren't allowed to go downstairs alone.

Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on.

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The The town I live in is nice enough.

It's quiet. A little quaint. My dream is to move to the city once I graduate from college. I want a life where things are busier, more exciting, more alive. I live at home with my parents and my twin sister. Both of my parents are underpaid teachers, so our upbringing has been relatively modest.

We've never been spoiled.

We've always been told to work hard for every dollar, and gratitude for everything we have

has been instilled in us since childhood.

My parents must have worked really hard to save money throughout these years because

the house that we've lived in since I was a teen is pretty darn huge. Our tiny little town

in general is relatively prestigious. I went online to search up the prices of houses in our

neighborhood and wow. So I do my part to extract wisdom from my parents whenever possible.

Clearly, they know a thing or two about how to win at life.

Of all the things my parents ask of me and my sister,

the rule they are the most stern about is...

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