"Are you sure you are correct?" I asked and the person nodded.
"Sorry dear, but there is no 9627 Acorn Passage." The old lady answered as a feeling of unease and doom set into me.
"Sorry to bother." I murmured turning back to my car.
"No bother dear, hope everything goes well for you." The old lady said as I got back into my car and sat down.
My aunt had died. I had lost touch with her a few years ago but she left her house in my name. . . a house that doesn't exist.
"Think Lana." I told myself as I opened the GPS and put in an address.
9626 Acorn Passage. To my surprise this address pulled up just not the one for my aunt's house. It was only a number off so maybe I could find her house.
Ignoring the sense of dread, I drove off.
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The town my aunt lived in was tiny and had very few people. It took a bit to find that old lady to help me. Then hearing her gut-wrenching news made it even worse.
I was already states away from my small apartment and now here I am not even having another house to move into. But I was following the address to the house that was one away from the house that was supposed to be my aunt's.
It took about twenty minutes full of crappy pop music pulsing through my car to get there. Soon I pulled up outside a large Victorian styled house. I parked right on the side and looked over across the street.
The sight made me uncomfortable.
Unlike the house in front of me the one across the street was old and worn down with broken glasses. However, I couldn't miss the mailbox with the numbers: 9627 on it.
But that was only one part of the problem. There was a black van with tinted out windows sitting in the driveway of the run-down house. A guy was leaned up against it on his phone. Shivers ran up my spine as he walked away from the car.
The house that my aunt left for me was in front of me with a creepy van and man in the driveway.
No house was worth what would happen. As curious as I may be, I was born with common sense and started my car up again. I was not about to be some strange smell in the back of someone's trunk. So, I started my car up and sped right on out of there leaving behind any chance of death I could encounter.
427. So, I wanted this to be a combination of seeking out danger but when presented having the common sense to run away. Lana takes a risk by going to the house but uses her common sense when seeing it's run down appearance and the black van and creepy guy there. ***
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