I live in a neighborhood where everyone is pretty much isolated. So isolated that I sometimes feel like I inhabit a ghost town; you hardly see anyone outside unless there's an emergency, and there are at least 12 houses on my street. I don't know anyone.
Well, except this old lady named Mrs. Young that lived next door to me.
While I didn't know her very well, Mrs. Young was the only person I saw in the morning while going to school. She always greeted me and told me to have a good day. Then while walking home from school, she offered me cookies that she always had pre-prepared in a plastic quart. She did this enjoyable routine for about 6 years.
It all ended last year when her son showed up.
Last November, while walking home from school, I saw a man walking out of the old sweet lady's residence.
"Hey, is everything alright?" I asked the pale man.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely. I was just taking pictures of this house for a family reunion." he replied.
"Yes. This used to be my mom's house a long time ago. About 12 years ago, she was transported to a nursing home. She died 6 years later. The house has been abandoned since. I'm taking pictures of it for an album for the reunion."
"Wait... abandoned? But what about that lady... Mrs. Young, I think?"
"Yeah, that was my mother. She died six years ago." he replied. I froze up.
"But... I just talked to her yesterday... gray hair in a bun, big round glasses, always wore a dress?"
"Sorry, but she's been dead for six years. This house has been abandoned for 12. Only I have access to it. Now if you excuse me, I have a reunion to arrange." he said before walking to his truck. I stood in my place, too shocked to move. A minute later, I ran to my house.
I never went by that house again.
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