It had always come as a surprise to me that Aunt Sylvia had put me first as opposed to one of my siblings or cousins. I was the favorite niece. Did I mind the attention? No. In fact, I thrived on it. I loved that I was the favorite. Who wouldn't?
Not all good things are meant to last forever. Recently, I'd found out that Aunt Sylvia had, unfortunately, passed away. I never found out what caused her death, but it'd never been released to the public. In her will, Sylvia left her Estate to me. The Estate on Raymond Avenue. I smiled to myself. My siblings might call me a spoiled brat for the fact I received the most out of all of them. I could only internally laugh. They were in the past now. I didn't need to associate with them anymore. I had myself.
The only problem? I had no clue where her Estate was. I looked at the GPS and felt so lost. I pulled over and exited the car, looking for someone to ask. I looked at a random woman. "Excuse me, ma'am, but do you know where I can find the Estate on Raymond Avenue?" I pulled up a picture on my phone and showed it to her. "This is what it looks like."
"Um..." the woman looked confused. "There is no Estate on Raymond Avenue. I'm sorry, but I think you're hallucinating."
I gasped in horrified shock. "I'm not hallucinating! This is a real house! If anything, you're hallucinating! You're spreading lies to the youth's brains!" I couldn't contain my anger. "I'll find it, and when I do, people will know it's not fake!"
"Good luck with that," the woman scoffed before walking away. Ugh. The nerve of that woman. Glaring at the back of her head, I got back into my car and resumed driving.
It was a longer drive than I expected, but I didn't mind. I loved it. The anticipation was killing me on the inside. I couldn't wait to see it! Pulling up to Raymond Avenue, I quickly started looking in anticipation. But...there was nothing. On the patch of land where the Estate was supposed to be, there was only a patch of land. I could only gasp in horror at the thought of being tricked. Maybe there was a fog covering the house. Pulling over, I quickly exited my car and sprinted towards the land.
Running through the dry grass, I could see my suspicions were right. There was a fog. Continuing my relentless sprint, I ran towards the building now that it was visible. It looked old and broken down. I tried entering, but the door seemed to be locked. I tried again, but this time, it opened slowly with a creaking sound.
"Hello?" I called out, only to regret it. The door slammed shut and heavy fog covered the outside.
"Hello Karen..." a ghostly voice trailed off. "Let's play a game, where you can't escape..."
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Empty House on Raymond Avenue
Short StoryKaren has inherited her deceased aunt's house. The problem? People say it doesn't exist. But does it? And what are the consequences for finding it?
