Seeing the house
“This neighborhood has gone to shits,” Rose said mockingly, staring at the sagging yards and shattered windows of nearby homes. But none compared to the looming shape ahead. They drove a few hundred feet further, and there it was—the house from the ad, only far more overwhelming in person. The structure stood like a silent, sleeping giant. Overgrown vines, peeling paint, and crumbling details gave it a presence both intimidating and strangely magnetic.
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