The House That Shouldn’t Exist
The last thing Alex expected when his father died was an inheritance.
They hadn’t spoken in years. The man had vanished one night, leaving nothing behind but unanswered questions and an old family farmhouse, falling apart with time. Or so Alex had thought.
When the lawyer handed him the papers, there was an address he didn’t recognize. Not the family home. Not even close. A plot of land in the middle of nowhere.
Curious, but cautious, Alex drove hours through empty roads, trees stretching endlessly in every direction. When he reached the clearing, his breath caught in his throat.
A house stood before him, towering in the sunlight. Not the broken, decayed home he had imagined, but a masterpiece built from shipping containers, sleek and black, standing tall against the vast sky.
But that wasn’t the strangest part.
A single light flickered from the upper floor, and the front door—unlocked—creaked open as if someone had been waiting for him.
On the table inside, an envelope. His father’s handwriting. “You were never supposed to find this.”
The wind howled through the open doorway. And for the first time in his life, Alex felt like he had stepped into a past he didn’t remember… or a future he wasn’t meant to see.
