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(Not) For sale.

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"Excuse me, but the house isn't for sale." Repeating those words had become part of her daily routine. 

For some reason, people kept coming to her house, claiming that they heard the house was for sale, even though she herself had just moved in.

This, along with the strange sensations at night... something isn't right.

"Will it be too late to go to the police station?"

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