Built by his ancestors centuries ago, Anglewood had been passed down to the eldest son each generation. Today it became his. He loathed the thought of it. Anglewood, his ancestor’s house, sucked the life from all who tended to it.

Levi walked up to the front door and stared. It needed a complete makeover. But no one wanted to do it. They wanted to keep Anglewood just as it was. And now it was falling apart. Time had taken its toll. The roof needed repairing and the boards needed painting. The glass from the windows was long gone and the porch rotted. And if you believed the stories, it was haunted.

Today, Anglewood became his burden, and he didn’t want it. He also didn’t believe in ghosts, so he had no qualms about going inside. He shrugged and unlocked the door, entering the past. The musty smell assaulted his nose and his allergies went into overdrive before he even entered the foyer.

Levi covered his mouth and nose with his bandana and moved forward. Boards creaked as he walked. It was worse than he imagined. Soot, moss, mold, puddles, and filth covered everything. Furniture had rotted and was in piles where it once rested majestically.

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