r.i.p. 2 my youth

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\\credit to felloutmyboy for the original idea//
"do you have any idea why they're selling the house so cheap? are you sure that there's, like, nothing wrong with it?" i asked the lady showing me around the house. my mom and dad were both pretty rich, so when they passed i got all their money. the perks of being an only child, huh? i mean, do miss them a lot even though we never talked much outside of holidays, but they were my parents for fuck's sake. but, now i have a shit ton of money and no clue what to do with it. i thought, why not buy a new house? the apartment i live in is pretty crappy anyways.

she had been showing me around the house for the past hour or so and it looked really nice, and she was acting really nice as well. almost too nice. i think she said her name was grace or something? it's a great place from what she's told me so far. no problems with it whatsoever. a three bedroom, four bath, with a big kitchen, a nice living room, a family room, and a huge backyard. it was all anyone could ask for,  and it was only five thousand. an average four hundred for electric and water bills. i knew it was way to good to be true, and i was curious as to what the catch was.

"there's nothing wrong with it, mr. lester, don't worry! the person who's selling just thinks that's a reasonable price." i could tell she was hiding something by the way she was acting all suspicious and sly. we didn't even go to one of the bedrooms! i didn't want to say yes because there could be a secret room holding some kind of monster, or a witch's brew just waiting for me to fall in somewhere, but the price was amazing for such a wonderful house. and that was kind of far-fetched, so i told her, "i'll take it."

"oh, lovely! come with me to sign the papers."

~a few weeks later~

"no, auntie. i already found a place. yeah, literally just finished moving in like half an hour ago. yes, i'm sure i'll be okay. alright, love you too. bye auntie."

i loved my auntie, but she still thinks. i'm seventeen and too young to be living by myself, let alone buying a house by myself. i had movers bring all of my things in this morning, and i got them lunch from denny's because they were super nice and did a great job. plus, i would feel bad if they had to do all that work with no food. they thanked me when they left, even though they were the ones working all morning, and i gave them each a tip.

my bedroom really spacious and had a gigantic closet, even though it was painted purple. was this a kid's room? why would someone give a kid the biggest room in the house? maybe multiple kids shared it?

i put my shirts on hangers and then walked into the closet to put them on the dowel. as i was putting away my things i noticed a big piece of wall at the far end of the closet that looked like it was coming off. i walked out to put my shirts on the bed, then went back to the closet. i wanted to check out how bad it was before i called to get it fixed. if it wasn't super bad i guess i could live with it, but it'd be annoying.

when i bent down to get a closer look, i saw it was actually a piece of cardboard. it was painted the same color as the rest of the room, i guess to not raise suspicion? why was there a piece of cardboard here? i tried to pull it off but it wouldn't budge. i tried again, harder this time, and it came off. as well as some of the paint on the wall. fuck.

i was shocked to find a door half the size of the wall behind it. no mold, cracks, or anything. just a door. why was there a door in my closet? is this gonna be like alice in wonderland where a table with food that says "eat me" will pop up behind me? i sure hope not.

i twisted the knob and, to my surprise, it was open. i half expected it to be locked so i'd have to go on a magical adventure to find the key. i play way to many video games. i laughed at myself, then pushed it, and it opened up to a smaller hallway. now i'm in willy wonka's chocolate factory? that makes more sense than wonderland. i haven't fallen into anything... yet.