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Join us as the sleepless hours take pass.

Our first story is an anonymous tale entitled, My First House, read by David Cummings.

I recently moved into a new house and now live alone.

The house is near a small town, maybe two miles away.

The house itself is in the middle of a nicely wooded area in a smaller town, which is perfect

for me.

I love the serenity of the woods, being untainted by urban life.

The idea of having a barn thrilled me with all of the possibilities of what I could turn

it into.

My parents recently gave me this house as a graduation gift.

The house was given to them by my grandparents, which is strange because we didn't live in

this house growing up.

In fact, my parents never mentioned it to me until I graduated college, admitting that

they much preferred the city life over living in the middle of nowhere.

My mother lived in the house briefly until she was around seven, when my grandparents decided

to pack up and move one day.

They never sold the house, they said there were too many memories, and at the very least

my parents could use it as a vacation home.

They never did.

The house was in a slight state of disrepair, however I couldn't care less.

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