I only lived in this house until I was eleven. I left when I was twelve and came here today. The mail box was filled with letters that was left there seven years ago. I never came back since my Brother Lewis's funeral. When I was about to go back my mother left me a key but I didn't know what it unlocked. Maybe she taught I would know what it would unlock or the mystery would wait in the house. But the thing is even if I abandoned the house I never knew I came back. But I had questions about the family that only the house had the answers.
The house looked exactly how I remembered it. The way I've been dreaming about it. As a child I was very uncomfortable living here in a way I couldn't put in word. But as a seventeen year old I knew exactly what dose words were. I was afraid of the house. I was hoping the key unlocked the front door. It didn't. But crawling trough the doggy door was easier when I was eleven. For the first time in years I felt like I was home. The table was still a wreck from the night we left. It was like a bomb going off killing everyone but spared the furniture.
My mom was the only one how could imagine great-grandma Edie living in a nursery home. Nothing in the house looked abnormal it was just too much of it. Like a smile with too many teeth. Great-grandma told me that every finch that ever lived was buried in the library. After Milton disappeared mom sealed up the all bedrooms. Then Great-Grandma Edie refused with mom and made peepholes. My Grandpa shared seven years sharing room with his dead brother, Calvin. As a child I thought every house had sealed doors and peepholes that you weren't allowed inside.
I spent a lot of time playing in great Uncle Walter's room. I think my mom sometimes regretted not sealing it up. Lewis said there were secret passages but I didn't believe him. But turns out my mom was really good at keeping secrets. Now it's time to find out what my mom was afraid of. I grew up looking at molly's room trough the peephole. But being inside for the first time, I felt like I stepped trough a painting. Once I found her diary I immediately knew what happened to her.
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What Remains Of Edith Finch
Misterio / SuspensoI only had eleven years to greet my self to this house. As a child I was very uncomfortable living here in a way I couldn't put in word. But as a seventeen year old I knew exactly what dose words were. I was scared of the house.
