I could no longer picture myself there in the morning, with a cup of coffee, laughter, and warmth. Every room, every creak of the floor reminded me of what we had found. A week later, we decided to leave.
We handed the house over to its new owners, but the sense of unease remained. We moved into our dream house — but during the renovation, we discovered a room that, according to the documents, wasn’t supposed to exist
Sometimes, I still see that corner where the bones lay, and I understand: some houses will never be homes for the living. Sometimes, it’s better to leave the past closed than to try to open it…
