Mystery
As I drew closer to the door, my nerves sang with a tension I’d not felt before. The path was dark and foreboding, but with every step I took it felt like a veil was being lifted, and the house I knew and remembered came into focus.
I blinked several times, because my brain couldn’t reconcile this reality. I retreated to the car and doubled back—the effect was the same. Near the car the house appeared deserted, but on approach it came back to life.
What was going on? This was not how I left things all those years ago. I was compelled to find out the answer to all of this, but I deeply dreaded what I would find.
I raised my key to the door, but decided to knock instead. I feared another shift in reality, and I wasn’t sure my faint heart could take anymore.
Mom threw open the door and pulled me inside. “You don’t want to linger too long out there,” she said.
“You have some answers to give,” I said.
“I know,” she said. “You’ll learn everything, I promise.”
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