The jealous neighbours of my house thought they spiritually owned it, so they kept breaking in.

My husband and I bought our house back in the 70s. To call it a fixer-upper would be kind. It had been

on the market for over a year, and we were the first to even look at it closer than a drive-by.

But by the end of the year living there, we'd done a ton of work,

and the place was starting to look great.

Even the neighbours commented on how great the house and yard looked.

It's a wonder what new siding and grass seed does.

One summer day, I was hanging my laundry out

when I noticed my neighbor's granddaughter and grandson

run across my yard and into my house. I'd never had those kids in my house before, so I was

shocked as to why they'd do that. I quickly went in after them. The little boy, I think, was about

four, just a little guy, following his sister around. The sister looked to be about

six or maybe seven, and she told me that she had permission to be in my house. I asked who gave

her this permission, and she said her mum told her she could. I got the kids to follow me, and I took

them to their grandparents' house. Their grandmother and mother were on the porch, so I told the women what had happened.

The kid's mother confirmed that she had indeed given both children permission to explore

my house.

I stuttered a moment while asking why.

She said, You bought that house out from under me.

We're the ones that should be living there.

The kids are sad, they don't get to live across the street from their grandparents, and since

they should have been living there, I told them they could go in. I looked at the kids. They

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