I Bought My Childhood Home at Auction

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The first swing made my wrists ache. By the fifth hit, a hole appeared wide enough for my flashlight beam.

I shined the light through and froze.

Not because it was terrifying.

Because it was ordinary.

Inside sat a narrow utility space barely large enough for a folding table, a metal filing cabinet, and a bare hanging lamp. Boxes lined the walls in careful continue reading …