Our first house

I still can't believe we did it, my wife and I really did it. We bought our very first home. Endless hours waiting for the bus, countless hours of overtime and double shifts, refilling ketchup bottles with packets of ketchup we took from McDonald's, and saving all the loose change we could find. We were really stretching every single penny as far as it could go until we could afford to move out of our individual apartments and move in together. Now we're both 30 years old, we met at our job as teachers. I teach economics and she's a fine arts teacher. So much student loan debt, but here we are finally moving in to our first home together.

So the house we bought is: two stories, 2.5 bath, 3 bedrooms, a decently sized backyard, single car garage, and a bright red front door. The house was built not too long ago, sometime in the 80's but the neighborhood is really nice and so far the neighbors have all seemed very nice. Not much more I could ask for honestly. We're just happy to be taking this next step together after all of our hard work.

Once we got to moving in everything was going great. Nothing broke or got lost during the move. The movers we hired to help us were all really great guys. During the move though we did notice something very strange in our closet in our master bedroom.

Little did we know we actually have an attic. This was definitely not disclosed to us when we bought the house nor did we notice it upon our walk throughs. But hey, more free house I guess. We open up the door to the attic and start making our way up the stairs, totally not creepy at all.. We pull on the chain to turn on the light and it's actually very nice, this was definitely once someone's room. There's a bed, a makeshift restroom, and the windows aren't half bad. There's one by the back you can open and one that is kind of like a moon roof in a car that you can't open but it does let some nice light in and I'm assuming looks really pretty at night.

But this is where things start to get weird... There's an old Victorian era like, trunk at the foot of the bed with the initials "R.A." . Inside the trunk there are some really unsettling items, very out of place for this nice house and nice room. I think that's what. At first it wasn't bad but as we buried deeper it got weirder. So first layer was dolls, innocent enough. Heck maybe this was a kids toy chest, there's nothing wrong with that. But then as I keep digging there's some weirdly battered and disformed dolls. Then a layer camo outfits, some MRE's, and some other survival equipment. This is so creepy, and oh to make matters even worse. I found like these "treasure maps" at the bottom, or whatever they were. I thought the horror was over but clearly it wasn't when the reached the bottom. Boy I'm creeped out and Laura isn't doing much better, in fact she's terrified.

There was actually a hidden compartment, hidden under the fake bottom of the trunk. In that secret compartment there is an old shoe box with the words "DO NOT OPEN" crudely written on the front in black sharpie and it was even wrapped in duct tape. Laura wanted me to stop but I wasn't going to. Look I've gone this far, screw it. I'm opening this box and I'm going to keep digging. So I pull out knife and start cutting away at the tape. Oh look, shocker there's a paper bag inside this shoe box. Then as I start to open up the paper bag, I notice there's another smaller paper bag inside. Then again, and again, and again. If you've seen "The Breakfast Club" or those matryoshka dolls, that's the best way I could describe it. Finally I had gotten to the last paper bag. I look inside to see, here was quite literally nothing. Except a polaroid of Rick Astley.. You've got to be shitting me...

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