When I caught my reclusive neighbor, Mrs. Harper, sneaking into my yard with a shovel, I thought I’d stumbled onto some petty mischief. But the secrets she unearthed were darker than I imagined, pulling me into a web of fear and mystery.Stepping onto our new porch, I felt something between relief and unease. The suburb’s quiet was almost eerie, like the neighborhood was holding its breath. Mark and I left the city for this, seeking a fresh start, but the old house next door, with its mysterious owner Mrs. Harper, hinted at secrets we hadn’t anticipated.We’d bought the land from Mrs. Harper, an older woman who lived alone. The first time we met her, she’d glanced at us from behind her screen door, her eyes wide and wary. I didn’t think much of it, but Mark… he heard things. “Did you know her husband died under… strange circumstances?
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