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Nov 10, 2018 12 tweets 5 min read Read on X
I called my mom yesterday. I wanted to see if she knew anything about this place. She said I've actually been here before, when I was really young. I don't remember any of that.
I tried to ask her again why she never got along with my grandfather but she's so cagey about it. She grew up in a town nearby, and my grandfather didn't move into this house until after my mom left for school. I guess she never really came back.
We talked for a little bit, but my reception here is spotty. She asked me if there's still wine in the cellar and I told her there wasn't a cellar, but she said there is. Down in the basement, off to a corner. After she hung up I went downstairs to look, and she was right.
There's a bunch of old antique stuff in the basement, and behind some filing cabinets there's a dusty little wine cellar. I can't believe I missed it at first. It's full of wine, and some of it is really old. ImageImageImageImage
There were also these weird wooden wine stoppers all over the place. ImageImage
From the looks of this, it seems like nobody's been down here for a while. Poor guy. Image
And look at some of these bottles. I don't know anything about wine. I wonder if they're good? Anyway, at least I have a surplus of alcohol down here to take my mind off how weird things have been lately. ImageImage
This house keeps surprising me. I keep finding weird shit around the property. Like there's a collapsed shed in the back, a little ways through the trees. It's not that strange, I guess. But I can't help overthinking everything I see now. ImageImageImage
A little ways away from the shed, I found this in the middle of a clearing. What is this? ImageImage
None of it makes sense. And there's something else I found that I can't stop thinking about. There's so much junk around the house, and I'm trying to clean it up. Partly because it'll help this place sell faster, but also to keep my mind off things.
I was sorting through some debris and found these old rusty letters in a pile on the ground, partly under the foundation. I could see some nail holes on the side of the house so I think they were on the house at one point?
I know sometimes people give lake houses names. I can't figure out what they might've said, though. I brought them inside and laid them all out on the kitchen floor to see if I could make sense of them, but no luck so far. Maybe someone else can figure it out? Image

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Jan 16, 2019
I'm still here. I'm alive. I left the house after that night.
I decided not to sell it. I don't think anyone would buy it, anyway. I locked the doors and I got in my car and I left. I'm home now, trying to process everything.
The morning after, it was so quiet and peaceful in the woods. It was like nothing had happened at all. I'm still not sure what to believe. It sort of feels like it happened to someone else. Or like I dreamed it, maybe.
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It's been storming all day, and into the night. Thunder and everything. I've stayed inside all day. Nothing has happened yet. Maybe nothing will happen.
Still, I'm nervous. I've been freaked out all day. Maybe I shouldn't have stayed. I don't know what's wrong with me. I should leave tomorrow.
I'm not even really sure what I'm saying. I just need to occupy myself with something. Writing this makes me feel less alone. It's like I'm talking to someone.
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I heard something. Someone was outside.
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Dec 24, 2018
I'm sorry I haven't said anything in a while. I've been staying in a motel about an hour outside of town. When I left the house that night, I just kept driving until I felt like I was far enough away to feel safe.
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Finally, a couple days ago, the locksmith called back and said he'd come out, so I checked out of the motel and got in my car to drive home. It was a pretty long drive back, and the closer I got to the woods the worse I felt.
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Dec 13, 2018
She was here. That woman was in my house.
Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I can barely type. Sorry. I'll try to explain.
Alright, so. I was in the woods out back yesterday when it started pouring. It happened really suddenly and even though I wasn't far from the house I got soaked anyway. It rained most of the evening. I left my clothes by the fireplace to dry and ended up going to bed early.
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Dec 11, 2018
I found out what those letters spell.
I'd basically forgotten about it after finding them outside the house. I put them in the back of the closet and pretty much stopped thinking about them.
But yesterday I found something else. There's this little alcove upstairs with built in shelves and a bunch of old books. Sort of a mini library. I was flipping through some of them looking for something to read when I came across this little book about wine.
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